Up the river bank where the flowers bloom

 /   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
September 2017

By Deeba Kord

My basket swings around my bare muddy feet
I run up the rushing river with my basket swinging around
I give my voice to the wind as calmly as it moves
I run freely along the brown mud with the sparkling water next to me
trying to get to the flower meadow where the river flows
I see my footprints way behind me as they try to catch up
There is that pretty meadow I start to pick the blooming flowers
I rushed to the river and then I quickly put my feet into the crisp water
I lie on the fresh spiky grass with a few flowers circling
the hot sun shines all around me and I close my eyes
The fish start to nibble that makes me tickle
I close my eyes as hard but the sun still shines
I open my eyes and look around
Where is the river and flowers?

Garden In The Day

Garden In The Day by Kathleen Werth

Deeba Cord Up the river bank where the flowers bloom

Deeba Kord, 10
Louisville, CO

Kathleen Werth Garden In The Day

Kathleen Werth, 7
Silver Spring, MD

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