Cattails line the other banks
So takes were made
Along the flanks of water cress
Where I finessed
A cricket twitching
Just beside a sunken tree
My sister claimed
Had stole her jig
The special one I tied myself
A stuffed giraffe
Whose tail was tan
The way I like a jig to be.
Then we knew our day was done
A train came through before the Sun
We stopped and waved
The engineer …a whistle blasting
Begging for a the moment lasting
And then in time… left us behind
A poem captured in my mind.
