I'M BEAMING

Hiking toward the hill on a cool Thursday night
I know we can climb it while there's still light
Brushing by branches with small spring leaves
We smell fresh flora forming in the breeze

Others in our group remain so far behind
We start running--we know they won't mind!
They are standing by the river--learning
As we head for the steep hill--yearning

Giggling, care-free-fully climbing, tripping up to the top
Laughing at each other--and them--we cannot stop
Clinging onto each other we begin the great roll down
We are the happiest mother and son in town!

        In the end when I think I am just dreaming
        I know I am awake, because I'm beaming!

-- tim pickl, Friday, May 26th, 2000 A.D.  10:45AM

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