Shaded winding ways an streams br Humming brook brims an beams br br Filtered light in misty shafts br Nudging floating leafy rafts br br Rolling hills of beauteous view, br Grazing lands and yes mildew. br br The eaten log fallen for years, br The beaten path of passing bears. br br Bedded leaves and peeping flowers. br Forget-me-nots like blinking stars. br br Worn and trodden winding paths br Stirring views of grassy swaths br br Turned aside through lazy bends br Tranquil hush of an angler ends br br Rustle of leaves and distant calls br a little saunter by the water falls br br She so fresh; dimpled an cute, br full of life in her well worn suit. br br chitter and chatter we paced along br Then she froze, we heard the gong br br A pause! …then a zip an thud. br An arrow lands with a towed bud br br Inched we forward to the moat, br hidden in the reeds, there a boat. br br With a beam she said I have to go br As she slowly began to row br br Waved we sad an slow good byes br Floated as she, away on my sighs br br Dark in the shadows a hooded form br Click! I logged off, to stall the storm.