Sweet Water

For today’s Poetry Monday challenge, we chose the topic of ‘Water’.

And oh, the directions that water will flow today...

Now the Milk River flowed right around the ranch buildings on the old Stringam Ranch.

And in it or on it, we kids spent our childhood days.

The best memories...

When I was wee, a sound I’d hear,

That could be heard, both far and near,

Was water.

It flowed around the ranch. And me.

In its flight toward the sea,

That water.

In summer—in it, I was found,

With siblings gathered all around,

Pure water.

In winter, frozen it would be,

The skating good, (though hard on knees),

Cold water.

And now in mem’ry it must stay,

Though it flows still unto this day,

Sweet water.

Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,

With poetry, we all besought,

To try to make the week begin

With pleasant thoughts,

Perhaps a grin?

So all of us, together, we

Have crafted poems for you to see.

And now you’ve read what we have wrought...

Did we help?

Or did we not? 

See what directions the water flows for my friends...

Jenny
Mimi
Charlotte
Merry Mae