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By Jane Gilgun
Christmas Eve I tumbled down the rabbit hole of time like Alice, only I am Janie Herbie caught me and we laughed as we went down onto a mound of moss We took our shoes off and waded thigh deep into the muddy bywater of the Spring Brook to look for leopard frogs We caught some and let them go We wandered along the streambed picking up rocks to see the salamanders scramble away We grabbed a few and let them go We climbed whale rock and pretended we were riding the waves of the great Atlantic We drank cold clear water from the bubbling spring We heard our mothers calling Fly with her high-pitched voice: Herbie My mother with her commanding holler: Janie We went to our houses where our parents were still young and the future a golden haze of promise
Now we know almost all of our futures Janie still singing in the choir Herbie still loving children grateful for the time we’ve had knowing where it went Where are your shoes? 12.25.12