There was a small brook
running beside our house
at the end of Midland Row.
I slept at night with
the soothing sound
of water running over rocks and twigs.
My sisters and I walked beside the brook
in the daytime in our bare feet
trying to find some insects to capture.
We ran beside it and sat beside it
in the warm noon day sun
wondering what our lives would be.
Often we would paddle in it
and feel the cold water against our skin
when the beach was too far away.
Mostly I recall the evenings when
leaves from a tree near our house cast shadows
on our bedroom wall, with the water music to my ears!
Play was natural and so relaxing
with the gadgets available today nonexistent
in those childhood years in Pasadena