Poetry

Dance of the Water Striders – A Monotetra

Posted by Mitchell Chmielewski on

we roamed aside the tow’ring hill

nearby a lake, whereby we’d fill

our canteens up and to their fill.

drink in the chill; drink in the chill.

we’d sit along the riverside

and watch the water striders glide,

entranced, intrigued and mystified.

minds wand’ring wide; minds wand’ring wide.

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