A POEM OF MOMENTS LOST IN TIME

SUMMERTIME AT THE SAND HILL

SOFT, WARM CARESSING, LIKE SMOOTH VELVET

MOVING SAND YOU SAY?

THE TREES KNOW, JUST ASK THEM…

AS THEY LEAN TO THE SIDE

HEAVY SAND SIFTING IN WAVES

OVER THEIR GREAT HEIGHT

WHAT EXCITEMENT!

THE SOFT STEEP SLIDE, HIDDEN FOOTPRINTS

OF LONG AGO VISITS

THEIR PRESENCE LINGERING, IN MOUNDS OF SAND

IMAGINE THE HUM OF GRASSHOPPERS

PRICKLY CACTUS IN THE BRUSH

HEAT FROM THE MID-DAY SUN, THE WINDING ROAD

A DISTANT RIVER

THIS SPOT….MY CHILDHOOD HAUNT…. A QUIET RETREAT–

EVEN NOW– TIME PASSES WITH THE MOVING SAND

BLENDING FOOTPRINTS, OF THOSE HERE BEFORE

 

DO YOU HAVE A CHILDHOOD PLACE YOU VISIT OFTEN?

Tucked away in the Prairie Lands of Beautiful Canada, this particular sand hill has been the sought after playground of children of 5 generations and still going strong!

 

Poem: Compliments of Lynne who grew up playing on this hill of happiness.

 

 

The Moving Sandhill…

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