Archive for August, 2009

Poem by Randomlyon

Glider Gliding
He glides past a tree.
Just looking for me.
He glides through a stream.
Like a train filled with steam.
He jumps out of the trees, and likes what he sees.
He’s home. And he found me.
To all of my pets, who I love dearly

Poem by Redrose

The Meeting
You walk along the foot print path
Dieing to know
What made the prints in the snow
You pass some
trees
thorns
bushes, and ferns
Until
You find the puppy all snuggle and warm
You look up at the sky
there might be a storm
You walk ahead
then he wakes up
you stop
dead silense fills the air
then the puppy stands up your eyes meet
it walk up to you and waggs it tail
a chilly wind comes the storm will start
you pick him up and take him home.
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