Friday, November 2, 2012


They climb rust covered ladders and with a heaving of the wheel and a weighted clickety-clank, clickety-clank, they navigate the waters and the far away lands of their imagination.

I draw close their laughter with rays of autumn beating down, and from crows nest, brothers perform look-out for sisters.

This is as it should be.

I pause long enough to consider how extraordinary this is.

know this pint-sized view; this is the world of my childhood.

Competing with the calling of geese, I tell them of the young girl, all pig-tails and turtle neck and missing front teeth,  and the daddy who never tired of bringing her here.

Was it SO long ago, that he stood here with her and marveled?

In my core I know the answer--that it has been, and that it will be--and I bloom thankful  for round trips that reminisce past soaring kites in field, and the joy of swinging through the air, unstoppable.

There was a day that I swore I'd never look back on this place where I grew, but on this day there is nothing but gratitude for roots that go deep.

I am thankful for winding rivers that bend through small towns, for parks that keep their arms open for generations of children to come, and I am thankful too, for the remembering.

Today I Joined Lisa-Jo and many other lovely ladies for 5 Minute Friday. Care to join us? The rules are easy:

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.

2. Link back here and invite others to join in.

3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community.

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