Imagination Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

There is a little rippling sound as the stream gently flows by.
The current is nice and easy; it reflects the blue sky.
A young man standing by the bank, with an easel and paint.
A grotto in the distance with a statue of a devout saint.
In the water, there are children fishing with toy nets.
Hoping to fetch one or two and keep them for their pets.
There are old and young, just sitting down and chatting.
While one old man sang a tune, then came the clapping.
Everyone is happy just sitting around on a sunny day.
The children are thrilled as they run about and play.
Life is all around us; look at it, in the air and on the ground.
Listen to the jangles, nature's way of making music sound.
It's a pleasant memory to treasure your whole life through.
In the corridor of your mind, this recollection belongs to you.