Enter the preschool adventure:
Squealing, screaming voices emitting sheer joy.
Frolicking, our
golden-haired cherubs--Justin, Kaleb, Jesse, Courtne;
quietly whispering
to avoid startling the wildlife.
Baby Kyle snuggled deeply, as
is twin brother Cam,
within their soft corduroy carriers;
carried by us, the mothers, the teachers.
Sweet soft baby heads
smothered with kisses.
All is quiet.
All is still, under the towering
trees with branches
forming a luscious green canopy.
As sunlight
dances through the leaves,
warm patches hiding in the cool dark
trail catch us unawares.
Hot sunlight strikes us-growing
glistening beads of sweat from our skin.
Lush foilage rustles with the
presence of a chilling cool breeze.
Brilliant wildflowers catch our
sight.
Now, clenched in chubby fists-purple thistle-daisies-violets
true
innocent gifts of love,
the best kind to warm our hearts.
Breezes
waft appealing essences within our reach:
earthy wildflowers,
sweet wild strawberries, crisp mint leaves.
Yet in hushed
undertones, the dank, musty smell of logs
and leaves decaying permeates
from the marshy ground.
The gurgling, laughing clear brook
competes with a symphony of croaking frogs.
Melodious twittering of
birds fills the air.
All around, willow branches delicately
brushing the ground.
Still pool, smooth pebble lined bed,
mucky
ground sucking at our sneakers.
We investigate the tracks of
thirsty and hungry animals;
thoughts of tiny bunnies munching
on
purple thistle and green clover occur.
The children stare in wonder
where the animals once stood in hunger and thirst.
Basic element
of nature.
The twins secure, sound asleep.
Hushed
whispers.
Feel the comfortable warmth of Kyle's little
body.
Listening.
Learning.
Loving.
Nature's basic elements.
Grab a tree, feel the rough textured
bark.
Hug a tree.
Love a tree.
Live through a tree filled with
mystery.
Arched gnarled roots forming secret passageways,
mystical magical
places for wood fairies to reside in.
Admire the mystery of the
tree.
Stillness.
Broken by a woodpecker's tapping
with machine gun
rapidness.
Restless children.
Cherubs scramble to swing and slide.
We, the
mothers, the teachers,
plop down exhausted smiling and sighing a
contented sigh.
Each contends with a starving twin.
A basic element of
nature;
as they, the children, the students, nonchalantly play.
Exit
the preschool adventure.
(c) 1998 Shelley Mousseau
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