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JOURNEY TO THE CREEK BED WITH GRANDAUGHTERS








Through tangled brush
We make our way 
To the creek bed
Cooling summer feet
In crystal water.



Butterflies 
With gossamer wings
Skitter up the bank,
Fanning honeysuckle vines.             
Suddenly, a head shoots
From beneath a mossy rock,







A crawdad staking claim to his territory -
As if little girls pose a threat.
Later, on a picnic cloth 
They arrange their treasures,
A speckled feather, an odd shaped
Rock, a golden leaf.
Unlike their “find,” my treasures
Are images - images of two giggling girls 
Arms outstretched 
Ready to Embrace the world -
Ready EVEN to walk on water.







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  1. The joy of seeing the world again through young eyes and the blessing of wonderful Grandkiddos who enjoy the simple things in life....good lessons for us!

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  2. This post is summer on a page! So lovely to read and see.

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  3. I love journeys to creek beds! Enjoy!

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