Down by the river

I strolled by the river & I threw some little stones.. listening to the melodies of the rippling overtones... down along the current my polished pebbles  shuffled... as the torrent of the rapids made my hearing muffled...

Oh how I love to spend my days hanging out with my Granddaughter gathering grains of gravel & skimming them in the water... down in the dean where the river runs free.. just two or three of my Grandkids, Mother nature & me...

Singing along to our favourite old tunes... laughing & larking like a load of baffoons... yelling & a’bawling as we throw our boulders at pace... trying to beat each other with a floating stick race...