#WritcoPoemPrompt34
At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun...

Nate lived by the beautiful river, yet started each day of his life by being warned not to leave the yard.
Day after day he watched the other boys go by
To swim or to fish and always to their insistent invitation to join.
Nate refused-until one day his mother lay down to sleep as he wandered down to the valley to play.
Soon the gang came along and invited Jack to go fishing with them-suggesting that no one would ever know.

Nate lifted the latch, gazed up at the front window where the shade was well drawn,
And decided to go-for Mother was a asleep, and what was the harm?
He had gone hardly a few steps when he heard his mother rap sharply on the window.

Shamefacedly he returned to face his mother, who was very stern with him for breaking his promise.
"Mother," he said at length, " did you see me go down to the valley?"
"Yes, Nate."
"And did you see me lift the latch?"
"Yes, Nate."
"And did you see me playing with the gang,
Mother?" he cried with crocodile eyes
"Yes, Nate. I was at the window," came the answer.
"Then, Mother," cried the unhappy boy, " if you saw all of that, why didn't you knock on the window and help a fellow a little?"
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