The Bluestone Review 2025

The Bluestone Review

Beyond The Bank Abigail York

The sunlight bores into my skin, rays of intent to melt me right then and there, but yet I’ve made my settlement under the shade with the trees. The shade promises comfort and a shield from the malicious intent of the booming sun. The sound of the water draining the sounds of all my problems with the world, the gentle breeze of the wind following suit with the splashes of the content stream. The ants and dirt squishy, yet dried mud seethes through my fingers. The leaves form my own nest surrounding me. Comforting me from all the issues that circulate around me, but in the fate of nature’s palm, I am comforted by the wildlife that surrounds me, the creepy crawlers, down to the acorn eaters that hibernate in the hollow trees. Birds calling out in the midst of silence. The buzzing bees added to the noise. The bushes hiding me away from publicity, acting as my walls of protection. Thorns shaped out a trail in, and out. Black berries assisted with the spikes. The beautiful blue stream of its dance fills my ears, my gaze falls onto the wild rifts in the water. Like a beast through, calm but wild, yet vicious animal.My gaze meets the hundreds of weeds that form a path of mystery, and guarantee leaving me with a boiling sense of adventure that bubbles up inside me. I stumble up from my resting place of the spot of nature’s palms. When I glide throughout the wonders of the forest of memories. My eyes glaze over the dirt path that withholds my childhood wonders, my fathers footsteps engraved into the ground, along with a small pair of tiny feet behind. I can’t help but think of how much I’ve grown since then. The stream of crystal blue water follows the path behind, a million words speak in silence, this world around me watches generations grow into the people they are today, but still awaiting their return. Spider webs reside on the leaves that droop down in a sad manner, but the wish of the wind makes them look full of life once more, brightening up the long beaut of the man made walkway, but also with the use of the wild animals that lurk in the bushes, and trees, the beaming sun rays illuminate the pathway in small chunks.

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