Just another day in the forest (from May) and I decided to stretch my poetry muscles. These pictures don't fully match, but it's good enough for me.
"Finding Walt"
Sitting on boulders under the trees
Shadows flickering on the ground
Yonder runs a stream, not babbling
or trickling, it's got no time for that
Hurry! Run along! We've got things to
see and games to play!
Barefoot babes ford the stream
They've got dandelion seeds and
mud in their hair, but we don't care
Hurry! Run along! We've got things to
see and games to play!
Squelching sneakers shuffle down the path, 
treading over snapped twigs and gravel
Snakes slither to escape through the grass
Hurry! Run along! We've got things to
see and games to play!
Whispering grasses, clustered trees, fallen leaves
Oh, yes, the stream laughs with the voice of a thousand fairies
We lift our voices and sound our barbaric YAWP!
Sitting on the bridge swinging our dangling legs,
Dipping toes in the stream
It's stopped running now;
This is where it wants to be
We can lie on our backs on the bank
And watch the flickering light through the leaves
And lazily dream all day
For this is where we want to stay
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