Rocking back and forth, my bare-feet rubbing against the
rough wood of the deck. The sunlight sparkles against the
green grass. The children dump sand, from the sandbox,
onto the porch.
Squirming puppies crawl all over the green swing. They jump
off, then cry to be picked up. The dog brings home his girl. We
sit on the swing and pet them both.
Now-a-days one puppy is bigger. He wags his tail so hard
his whole body shakes. Our other puppy ran away. We still sit
on the, chipped, green paint swing. We pet our dog, Hunter.
The swing rocks back and forth in the breeze, as the
rain pours on either side of the porch. Dark gray clouds come
together, while the children play with their toys on the swing.
rough wood of the deck. The sunlight sparkles against the
green grass. The children dump sand, from the sandbox,
onto the porch.
Squirming puppies crawl all over the green swing. They jump
off, then cry to be picked up. The dog brings home his girl. We
sit on the swing and pet them both.
Now-a-days one puppy is bigger. He wags his tail so hard
his whole body shakes. Our other puppy ran away. We still sit
on the, chipped, green paint swing. We pet our dog, Hunter.
The swing rocks back and forth in the breeze, as the
rain pours on either side of the porch. Dark gray clouds come
together, while the children play with their toys on the swing.
No comments:
Post a Comment