Barefoot Day
Written March 20th, 2011
The robins have taken wingThe squirrels come out to play
The black birds begin to sing
Today is the day
The sun shines down on the grass
All the snow melted away
Nearly dead, but free at last
Today is the day
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Sunday, March 20, 2011
Barefoot Day (a poem)
The squirrels come out to play
The black birds begin to sing
Today is the day
The sun shines down on the grass
All the snow melted away
Nearly dead, but free at last
Today is the day
Friday, February 25, 2011
*Little Tiny Swallow (a poem)
Little Tiny Swallow
Little Tiny Swallow
looking down at me
sitting high up in the rafters
out of my reach
Who's that pretty little girl
sitting by your side?
Did you pick her for her graceful twirls
or did her beauty hit you like a warm tide?
Did she look at you
with those lovely little eyes
or did you like those shiny gold feathers- was it then you knew?
Was it then you said; "I shall make her mine"?
Little Tiny Swallow
looking down at me
sitting high up in the rafters
out of my reach
Who's that pretty little girl
sitting by your side?
Did you pick her for her graceful twirls
or did her beauty hit you like a warm tide?
Did she look at you
with those lovely little eyes
or did you like those shiny gold feathers- was it then you knew?
Was it then you said; "I shall make her mine"?
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