The River
Outside my house
Across my yard
Among the fallen trees and speckled rocks
Upon the cracked and mysterious ground
Alongside a glistening river
Underneath a canopy of beautiful trees
Near scurrying chipmunks and hopping frogs
Past the small waterfall
By the edge of a creek
Admiring the cold and clear water
Following the worn-out path
I walk.
Really nice poem, Emily.