I can remember the adventures of my childhood; exploring the back fields and woods with my sister, building forts among the thorn bushes, playing by the ‘big pond’ – racing over to the tracks to watch a train barreling by. Each adventure had a story.
When I came across this poem, it was a lovely reminder of the joy that comes when we seek adventure:
Little one remind me
how to run again barefoot
through the pathless woods.
Show me where the fairies
hide messages in curled
up maple leaves.
Show me treasures,
rocks and feathers,
frogs that beckon us
forward, forward through the
curling grapevine.
Lead me under a moon
that is as full as
our pockets
past chicory & mushroom rings
down, down to the river
where I can see myself
as if for the first time
peering back at me.
– Nicolette Sowder
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