This a poem i wrote with my aunt tricia in New Hampshire

Follow the current
By Amelia Staats

A lost boy cries for help

nobody can hear his frail screams

Rushing down the strong, harsh river

Chilly, sopping, drained of hope.


Dull, gray rocks come into view

The boy panics but decides he must try

Bravely he attempts to climb the glossy rock

After one stride he cascades back into the strong current


the sun begins to go down and the bruised, weak boy

wants to give up, just fall asleep under the water

but one thought of his family’s loving voices

gives him courage to push on


With a stretch of his wavering arm

the boy grabs a branch hanging above

With all the strength he has left he

Pulls himself to safety


With a sigh of relief, and a glance at the swift river

the boy heads to his warm, safe home

as the sun starts to rise in the distance.