The Stream
by Lila Broadhurst
There was a walk I used to take
Beside a meandering stream,
Where just once more, for old times sake,
I'd love to walk again.
To stroll along its grassy bank
Beneath a summer sky;
Or sit beside its mossy flank
To watch it ripple by.
There, as a child, I used to play,
Or idly pass the time away;
Watch the busy dragonfly,
And snowy clouds sail slowly by.
It was a magic world to me
And those joys live on in my memory,
And move my heart, those paths to take,
Just once again, for old times sake.