A Poem by Jaylene Wood
Wind rushing past my ears
whispering an unspoken wish,
my arm resting on my good friend, Rocky.
Parts of the dandelion wish tumbling gently down,
down upon my friend,
my friend laying in the grass.
The wind whispers to my friend and he smiles.
Time stands still.
7 comments:
That is SOOOOO funny! The picture is worthy of a frame! I love it.
haha i love it
I have such a weird mother.
The poem is the best! They don't make 'em better than that!
Daniel, your mom is the funniest person I know!!!
Kathy, Lynda can you come live with me! I need people to come laugh at the things I say. Just when I think almost all of my sense of humor has been sucked out of me, its summer and I get to see my cousins. I get all pumped up again, and to my family's dismay, its enough to last the whole year!!
Danielle-
you know you love me, and I know I have caught you laughing atleast a few times, not to scare you but you have heard the saying, the apple doesnt fall far from the tree.
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