We walked out the flume, forest beauty to seek,
& Maya threw rocks into Gold Creek.
"Look at the beaver dam," said Granny so fond,
& Maya threw rocks into the pond.
Icebergs and waterfall,Glacier — the Mendenhall
What does it take?
& Maya threw rocks into the lake.
Up to Eaglecrest, blueberries to pick,
& Maya threw rocks into the crik.
Mama found berries up on the ridge,& Maya threw rocks off of the bridge.
We examined the remnants of gold miners' dreams,
& Maya threw rocks into the streams.
I like your poem and the sentiment you expressed.
ReplyDeleteChildren just have to do what children want to do don't they?
The little darlings :)
What can you do? Maya "rocks"!
ReplyDeleteThe second photo is just so sweet and it's stunning as well!
ReplyDeleteI would probably be throwing rocks also! What a beautiful place you live in. I cannot imagine seeing something so glorious as this.
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ReplyDeleteI came by from J's blog. What precious pictures. Maya is such a cutie and you're so lucky to have J as your daughter and of course, Py, too!
What a beautiful poem. I have loved poetry since I was Maya's age. Thank you for sharing.
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