Just Messin'A Poem by Chris Shaw(river musings)
In a valley of tall green trees
and deep water, three adolescents attract attention on the river bank opposite. In fluorescent pink life jackets, they play on branches overhanging where empty canoes await first signs of boredom. Although I can't see their faces I hear the sounds of shouts and screams, living their dreams they are, seeking adventure. From Caryl Anna, I cast out my magnet, heavy and secured by a lengthy string into the depths of underwater forests. Egyptian geese are left pondering "Is she fishing?", "No says I", "The fish are safe, I am hunting for iron finds." It's not long before I achieve, pulled out amid slime green weeds, rusty nails, screws and a twisted fork for added measure. This is my treasure on display, never let the child in you hide away, they are ever present and awaiting that invite to play.
© 2019 Chris ShawFeatured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
501 Views
30 Reviews Shelved in 1 Library
Added on July 17, 2019Last Updated on July 17, 2019 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|