boyish adventure

in the dark gully there's no winding stream
a tiny forest where the spice trees bide
we see the creatures each twitching in dream

the sun comes in as occasional gleam
we have some time to climb the mountainside
in the dark gully there's no winding stream

at night we walk thanks to the clear moonbeam
while the night birds make little rodents hide
we see the creatures each twitching in dream

the low clouds seem to us a mist or steam
and on the dewy grass we slip and slide
in the dark gully there's no winding stream

for once we know that things are as they seem
and no one would demur or even deride
we see the creatures each twitching in dream

what we don't know is that we've got the cream
of life on sunny days bereft of pride
in the dark gully there's no winding stream
we see the creatures each twitching in dream

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister