Pemigewasset This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

January 11, 2013
One summer day, when working in the fields
Of balsam trees, under the sun's torment,
I ceased to trim the branches of dark green,
And dropped my tools, and to the river went.

As I approached the bank a small otter
Scampered across my path, all chocolate brown.
I watched it disappear in the bushes,
And then followed the bank where it
sloped down.

I reached the river's edge and shed
my shoes,
The water's voice enticing me to swim.
Its depth was shallow, and its current soft;
I just could not resist, and waded in.

The water wrapped me with its cool comfort,
And washed away the sweat and sap
and grime.
I felt as fine as any emperor
That bathed in milk in ancient Roman times.

And while I swam in that soothing river,
I wondered if the otter I had seen
Disliked having a stranger in his house
(No doubt the river his had always been).

What-e'er he thought, he need not
have worried.
My work required an end to my respite.
I left my swim and put my shoes back on,
Returning to my tree-trimming till the night.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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