Young Minds


Their imaginations carried them
into the African Savannah
keeping watch for a parade
of animals on the hunt
They chose not to be prey
if avoiding such demise
was possible –
Suddenly, their feet stopped
in their tracks,
as fear crept up the backs
of their necks –
A thunder-booming growl
echoed throughout the grassland
The next move meant life or death
Then a meow joined the growl
Terror escalated
as they held their breath,
mirroring an owl’s innate ability,
afraid to make a sound
Then when Mom yelled,
“Lunch is ready,”
fear subsided and
their adventure came
to an abrupt halt –
until next time
when their imaginings
became alive again


Lauren Scott © 2018
(When we arrived at our campsite,
we noticed some visitors.
So I became inspired right away. 🙂 )



40 thoughts on “Young Minds

    1. Thanks, Jill! When I saw those creatures on the fallen log, I thought of long-ago camping trips when our kids were little and how their imaginations entertained them in nature. Great times and memories, and so the inspiration came. 🙂 ❤

    1. Aww, thanks so much, Nico! That’s nice to hear. Not only was I inspired by these toy creatures, but also by the memories of our children when they were young, playing around the campsite and making up their own scenarios. And thanks for the smiles, too! 🙂 💙

    1. Aww, thanks so much, Sunshinysa! I appreciate your lovely comment. This was a fun write and unexpected. Who knew these two would be on the log in our campsite. First time for everything, I suppose. 🙂

    1. Thanks so much, Betty! That’s exactly how we felt when we saw these two on the log. Memories right away, so it’s a good thing I brought a journal. 🙂 💗😊🦁🐯

    1. Aww, thank you, Ian! What a nice comment to read first thing in the morning. When I first saw these toys, my mind immediately wandered to our camping days when our children were little. Thoughts began to stir as I scrambled to find where my journal happened to be at the time. And those daydreams of childhood are the best entertainment, don’t you think? 🙂

    1. Thanks, Ian. We smiled when we found these little toys, and then I couldn’t wait to write down my thoughts. I miss those days when our children were little, but spending time with them as adults now is just as rewarding. Have a good Monday!

  1. Aww – such a wonderful story and ode to a child’s imagination, Lauren! We all should stay children at heart to properly enjoy the vast lands of imagination and fantasy! 😄😻🐆❤

  2. Those were the days when we spun stories and lived in worlds of our imagination.

    I remember playing with tiny plastic figurines of cowboys and Indians. The cowboys were always the good guys and the Indians the baddies. But the Indian chief always got away and returned to fight another day with miraculously the same number of warriors. LOL! Oh, how I conquered the west.

    Years later, in my teens I learned there actually were several such Indian chiefs. Geromino, Red Cloud and many more. By this time, I knew the indians were not the baddies. And I remember crying when I read the book – Bury my Heart at Wounded Knee.


    1. Yes, those were the days, and thanks for sharing your memories, Eric. It’s good that you realized the Indians weren’t the baddies, too.
      When we first arrived at the campsite and I saw those toys on the fallen tree, I immediately became inspired. Good thing I brought a journal. 🙂
      I haven’t read that book, but I can just imagine…
      Have a good week ahead!

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