A blue sky and fall leaves,
Meet two boys in a tree,
As Danger starts to smile.
The boys hear water spill,
Down walls of an old mill,
And Danger’s smile grows wide.
With new shoes and wet socks,
The boys climb up the rocks,
While Danger lurks nearby.
Heavy stones and big sticks,
Are thrown into the mix,
The water’s anger grows.
The two boys are now lost,
Yet they begin to toss,
Anything they can find.
They watch leaves flow downstream,
The great raft of their dreams,
Whitewater starts to churn.
They run down an old path,
To find their smiling Dad,
Watching as Danger’s smile.
Behind the lines
Deviating from my normal posts, I wrote this after a recent adventure with my two boys. As I watched them get lost in their surroundings of water, rocks, sticks, and wet socks I thought of my younger, dangerous days and smiled.
The surroundings and enjoyment of Creation also brought my thoughts back to God (El Ro’i – the God who sees). What does He see that makes Him smile?
GraceSyllables 
This is so sweet Tim. I have watched you many times when danger was near. That is what being a boy is all about.
Love,
mOM
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I love the poem, the photo’s and the boys!
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