Memories – eleven years old. “Sanctuary”

Running -
   out the back door
   across the yard
   through the cornfield
   down the banks of the ravine
   past stinging nettles.
          *  *  *
Down, down to the creek,
and the great, gray rock
that formed an island
in the trickling water.
              * * *
Sitting alone,
   on the rough stone,
   enveloped by the cool, green stillness
   of my sanctuary.

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Memories – ten years old

Finding words that rhyme with “at”
  (The fat cat sat on the mat.
    The rat ate my flat hat.)
Ten year old me,
perched in a tree.
Writing poetry.

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