My Montana grandchildren off on an adventure!
Innocence
Summers sparkled
With sunlight on the creek.
Bare feet following laughter.
Wet grass between our toes.
Moments too intense
Whispered through the trees,
Speckled trout and butterflies
Play hide and seek.
Bedtime found us
Waiting up for star light,
To see if flowers closed
Their petals when they sleep.
The cover of night
Soon found us fast asleep.
Innocence curled up
On the front porch swing.
Poetry on Wings 
Is this new????? It’s wonderful
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Yes. Thanks so much for the lovely comment !