The End of the Bend

My little toes dancing on the water

Sand slipping through my fingers

Smell the sunscreen on my skin

Fireflies in jars — glowing

One look — everything was flowing


You made everything beautiful, like I knew you would

Made everything sound so good

No time to try — it’s time to fly

Because we only get one life

So, make it count

Be a tumbleweed in the wind

Nature is the answer for my spirit to send —

Send me to the end of the bend


  1. Bendingly beautiful poem of life’s little meanders, tiny toes dancing around oxbows, tumbling in the breeze, and finding your way to where the bend seems to end.

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