#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...