Ottava Rima

Not Just Boulders

I’ve always had a liking for huge rocks,

With water curling ‘round each base like flames.

As kids, we’d slosh about our daring walks,

With scents of minnows as we played our games.

The stage was set for deeds unorthodox,

From mystic to new planets with odd names.

More images march like a long parade,

Remembering creative ways we played.