down by the river
three boys fishing
long sticks make rods
a jetty of fallen logs
it's a hiding place they tell me
a mossy, lichen-licked place
a spongey, prone to crumbling maze
of willow stripped bare
and soon I feel stripped of cares
rinsed of the day,
in this golden, shimmering space
awake suddenly to a slower pace:
three boys, now bouncing
on a fallen tree,
frog calls, and the soft ripple of grass
magpies overhead "we need to find the secrets"
I hear them say,
"the secrets of the world"
ABOUT the author
Emily Clare Sims is a farmer and mama to three young boys. Each day she looks for ways to notice beauty, contemplate her faith and savour the seasons...