Thursday, September 30, 2010

Step Softly

Quietly I rise to a morning fresh with dew
Softly I walk, tiptoeing along the wooden bridge
I know there are secrets yet revealed
My eyes must open wide
For today is the day
I know I will find
the secrets of the countryside
the river will share
the beauty to display
of rainbows in the water
Is today the day I catch that fish?
Soon I will don my waders and
traverse here
My dream is to be a fishergirl
and catch that golden fish.