All you can hear is the shouts
And complaints from the buckets of water, The tweeting of the birds in the Evergreen trees.
The rocks, as they make
A stand, alone, quiet, waiting,
A one man army.
The light bouncing off the free flowing water And the decision of the screaming children As they jump from one rock To another, screaming with joy Until they find the slippy, Non-grippy rocks and make A fall.
The birds
Are now silent,
Respectful of the body afloat.
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