A Little Splash
The firm fine earth under my feet
Like wet sand when the tide ebbs and flows
A breeze tingles my skin
Touches the water as calm as an oak
Lambs dance as graceful as an antelope
As a little splash bubbles on the surface
From a little stone fallen from the bank
A willow weeps
Over the slow and sandy river
Where we once swam
A birch rises
Like a silver star
Above the weedy branches of the willow
Then the light sunny place
Turns to winter
Rheinallt Owen Jones
