Down by the River

This poem is for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #45.

Standing on the shoreline I gaze across the river

The day is chilly but yet I stay put and shiver

Daydreaming with memories of my childhood

Of all the times when I’d come here to collect driftwood

The water back then was always choppy

We’d ride down to the river in my father’s jalopy

I come here now to reminisce

Here is where we had our first kiss

So many wonderful memories

Over half a century

This has to be my favorite place

Memories that I’ll always embrace

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019