With the Boys

steady pace

ducking and diving

on a mission to shoot

enemies dead

through the green arches

slippery paths of

muddy streams

droplets gracing our crowns

oh the grass snake, the rocket

the den, the bridge to 

the pond and beyond 

drip dripping trees

I am happy 

we all agree soaking wet 

drinking from the bark pool

 shadowy green beech

Mother Thames

alone with the three 

children like a little pack

moving in unison

chattering and capering 

safe in the world

down the slippery old steps

Mother Thames

swishing sounds of times

come and gone

tide receding, revealing

the three petals

beautiful and vibrant

delicate and present

in their existence

rooted firmly in the ground

harmony and balance

for now, for now

 love encircled by gratitude 

quietly I think, uncomplicated

still - like a pool in the moon