Red River

I am four on a
Journey of exploration
With my friend Beau
Along a creek leading
To the Red River,
The earth is red
The river brown
The sky blue and all
Else shades of green.
We are rovers off on
A lark when we try
To wade across a
Low place where
I cannot seem to
Pull my feet out of
The muddy bottom,
I am in quicksand.
Beau gets a stick that
I grab and he slowly
Pushes me to the bank
Where I scramble out
And we rest awhile
Under the shade of
The trees until calm
Then turn back
Homeward to
Our loving families
To whom we say
Nothing of our
Adventure.
But the River
Rouge waits
For a second
Chance to take
Me on a guided
Tour of her
Bottom which
I have so far
Managed to
Decline.