Few pleasures can compare to children’s when they are allowed untrammeled playtime in nature’s kind and pretty places. We should all be so fortunate in Springtime, especially in the springtime of our lives.
By Babylon Creek
Babylon Creek
used to make the
children laugh as it ran
tickling fingers up
their summer-heated shins
and the older folk
chuckle shamefacedly
at its puns and the way
its hilarious licking made
them squirm like
dog-loved kids themselves
Art-Colored Glasses 
That brought back the memory of my Grams, taking her old aluminium lawn chair down to the creek, and sitting with her feet in the water while we grandkids played and splashed…she was still able to do it when my own kiddoes went to visit her in North Arkansas…Thanks, K. 🙂
What a lovely memory!!! Thank *you*. 😀
“tickling fingers up their summer heated shins” Great lines.
Thanks, Ginger! 😀
Lovely, frolicking, verse!
Ooh, such a fabulous word, ‘frolicking’! Thank you!! xoxo