There you go
Walking the lawn
In your little red coat
From dusk to dawn.
You walk and ponder
And shuffle around
Gathering treasures
From the ground.
The birds are chirping
High in the sky
They think it’s summer
But, winter is nigh.
The breezes gust
Blowing leaves around
You continue your journey
With treasures you’ve found.
Copyright/ sheila Grimes/ December 8, 2012
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