A Child's Memory
Unchanged is this sloping, terraced hill
I came as a child to sit by the bubbling rill
Watching the water run over the rocks, as it does still
I sat motionless in the reeds
And wrinkled my nose
At the king Cobra as he feeds
Once I felt his wrath
When I reached into a recess
To pick out a pretty stone on my path
I stumbled over the crags hurting myself
Running from the only Companion I ever had
Seeing him lying dead now makes me sad
Walking away with tears wetting my face
Not to return to the memories of this childhood place.

Copyright © 2004 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)