A Day at the Brook

Flowers grow in a field

across the brook.

I sit at the water's edge,

Feeding the fish and duck.

Yellow and orange rays of

Sunshine bounce from

The water's surface.

It is ninety degrees,

And I'm glowing with sweat.

So, I dive into the mellow water,

And float to the rippling surface.

Amid my shenanigans,

I scared away all the fish and duck,

But they soon came swimming back.

Like a barn door,

The planked dock lay across the water,

And I lay upon it drying in the summer sun.

A beautiful woman came and sat beside me.

She had long gold flowing hair,

That glistened in the sun.

We sat for hours, it seemed,

As the sunset over the brook,

We got ready to part ways.

I was already planning to see her again.

We kissed goodnight under floating stars,

Then turned and walked away.

A poem by Garry Ventura