Reminiscence

When as a young boy I’d stroll through a meadow Clothed with wandering sheep Along a slow meandering brook To a lake Where a silent willow tree stood And there beneath I sat In the shade of slender leaves To ponder a while. Mayfly hovered and danced Over the water Tempting trout Brooding With latent intent. I’d gently hold a blade of grass Between my teeth And raised my knees to My chest Straw hat shading the sun Dreamily glancing across the lake And watched As the morning slowly Drifted into afternoon.