I recall a memory
A tall tale to trudge along
A story of a river
as it speaks its serene song
It sings of trees and cracks
In mud
The textured dark substance
A raging color of burnt blood
Poisoning it’s existence
Yet the symbol of this river
Still stands among the rocks
And whispers underneath the grass
a magical land of moss
A story of children so strong
Splashing in jungle waters
From sunrise to dawn
Mothers waiting
for their children playing
as they hear them sing their song
sipping green tea on wood rafts
swinging from the vines by night
Falling backwards off the ropes
Risking all the trust in their might
Old cotton blankets lie in the sun
As they soak up the light in the tide
the mothers clean and rinse them out
With a passioned intent to remember the sight
Only in memories can a song fulfill
A child’s life and a child’s will
So what better than
A soaked cloak tan
As a symbol of the never ending jungle tale