Benjamin Moore Wethersfield Moss HC-110

Down by the Wethersfield moss

where oak trees hide

a small path

where only they

Pauline, Casey, and Susie

could find

Among the moist leaves

and lemon yellow

dandelions

Down by the Wethersfield moss

past the morning glories

the small path

led to a spring

Bottomless

Still

The tree,

Down by the Wethersfield moss

where Pauline and Casey

jumped

from the tallest branch

of the elm

Splashing

and thrashing

into the dense, dark

blue

Through the path ,

Down by the Wethersfield moss

they dragged along Susie

whose eyes made you

fall

into the deep

azure that they are

To the water

the abysmal water

Giggling

and screaming

as they went

At the spring

Down by the Wethersfield moss

blinded by the wisps of

white water

drenching their faces

they were all

oblivious

to what had occurred.

Through the path,

Pauline and Casey ran

Leaving the spring,

when Susie didn't come back

up

Her eyes

now part of the

obscure hue

Down by the Wethersfield moss.