Watery Adventure

 Little lost branch bobs in the river

floating, turning, twisting

bumping, smashing into rocks

submerging, popping up, twisting, turning

Warm sunshine watches

drying stick, only to see it get wet again

watching its frantic journey

Rushing, rushing, down the river

going, going, hurrying

full of purpose, but it doesn’t know what

finally it finds peace

a shallow pool, a haven of tranquility

it bobs gently, at peace

as the river rushes on

Little boy in blue shorts

Barney tee-shirt and marshmallow lips

dirty feet, dirty hands

looking for adventure

Sees stick, eyes light up

A new treasure, Alladin’s gold

feels, holds, studies

this will make a good gun

Hides behind rocks, takes aim

shoots bad guys, ducks, shoots again

he’s a dead shot, and they all miss

game gets old, time for a new adventure

lunchtime! Mom calls

One last pleasure to enjoy

with a mighty effort, casts the gun into the river

bobbing, bobbing

a gun now, it travels on

intent with purpose

rushing towards its next watery adventure