Friday, June 15, 2012

storyland


Cicadas drone the morning in
Little brook gurgling
In swell with happy tidings
Along with birds
"The rain is gone!" and sun
Heralds open possibilities


Take off to the open paths
The only limit is ourselves
Around we'll go and in turn
Awaken dormant daydreams
Of long-lost friends
Will we find him today?


With wide grins
And panting steps
Take on uncounted adventures
Up a flight of mossy steps
To where those spirited away may fly
Half expecting to see a pair of white ears
Or one long snout.


Instead our wheels turn for us
An active imagination,
Appreciation for the setting
Of stories untold
And we return sun-kissed
Breathless, and happy.

My sister is visiting these next two weeks before I head back to the States. This post is about an adventure we took this morning in Hualien, a beautiful area on the East Coast.

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