A Walk In The Trees
A Walk In The Trees
Soon she'll pass from sun to shade
To greet me in this leafy glade
The summer trees meet overhead
Shading the dried up river bed
Her footprints on the sandy road
Where a silent stream once flowed
Sweet smells drift on the morning air
Sun shines upon her golden hair
Walking towards me with gentle pace
A picture of both form and grace
She calls my name and with a sigh
She calls again I don't reply
But draw back underneath the trees
It's in my nature to tease
Then she sees me, we soon embrace
My mistress hugs me - as I lick her face
And scolds me for my canine deed
While attaching my retraining lead
Poetry by Toonist
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Written on 2009-10-02 at 11:21
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