In the past, if I felt ghastly,
And in need of a jolly good scream,
I’d find a spot that I liked a lot,
Which always possessed a stream.
If it was wide, I’d sit on the side,
Dangling my legs over the edge
If it was narrow and reasonably shallow,
I’d jump in and sorta dredge.
If out of sorts and I really thought
My behaviour’d be called into doubt,
I’d find a wood in the neighbourhood,
Where I’d kick the leaves about.
There’s something ’bout trees that is sure to please,
– The rustle of leaves brings a certain peace,
So I’d recommend that you try to spend,
Some time doing this, till the wobbles cease!
Lovely poem. Those with Downs are very special indeed.
Thank you Karin!
What a fabulous poem, you are so rarely in bad humour but kicking leaves is a great way of levelling your thoughts. Just wonderful
Thanks darling! Xx
Thanks for sharing your lovely poem.
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Absolutely lovely, Caro. I actually did this one day this week. A neighbor owns some creek land that is full of towering oak trees, and I took a short walk down there one day, just to think and kick the leaves. It really was therapeutic.
It truly is therapeutic isn’t it?
I find all of the out of doors can lift my spirits. AND have always been especially fond of trees…
Me too, Alessa!
It’s better than going back to bed!!
it is fun!
There is indeed something soothing about trees…
Sure is!