By Lydia Souders
I paddle board from morning to night
I climb trees and sometimes it’s a fright
I find sticks and make a craft
That become a beautiful raft
I build a sand person made of sand
I climb rocks throughout the land
I feel the currant sprawl through my feet
I chase the water until the falls it meets
I swim for hours in the cold lake
Until I want to take a break
In the woods I play
I am out there all day
