Children’s Play – a poem by Melissa Kelly

Children’s Play

Behind the maple trees
Down a wooded path
Lies a small stream current
Over the rocks of the river bank
The children play, their pants
rolled up to their knees
Splashing around
Jumping from rock to rock
They elude the adults
To their realities
And dabble in the
Mysteries of the river
Until the porch lights flicker on
And the pink in the sky
Calls them home for dinner

Melissa Kelly is a Poet and Short Story writer from Long Island, NY. You can see some of her work in WestWard Quarterly Magazine, Soft Cartel, and Plum Tree Tavern.

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