There was a deer standing
In our front yard. It did not
Move. It looked us and
Walked away.
Tag: yard
Sundays
The perfect day of the
Week for relaxing and
Kicking back and just
Doing what you want
To do, or nothing at
All, is Sunday.
Yardwork, or anything
That begins with work
Is off limits.
Doing nothing is top
Priority. Have some
Fun.
New Friend
Most days I would sit on
My front porch and watch
The world go by. One day a
Stray dog came in the yard
And sniffed around and
Eventually came closer to me.
Timidly it came up on the
Front porch and approached
Me to be petted, I assumed.
But when it saw a black glove
I wore on my hand, it quickly
jumped off the porch.
Wanting to make friends with
The dog, I showed him me
Taking off the black glove
And he came back to the
Porch and let me pet him.
Flying
One afternoon I was
Sitting in my house
Flipping channels on
On the TV, bored and
Wondering what else
There could be to life.
Then a force pulled
Me from my chair
And out the front
Door. I stood in the
Middle of the yard
And rose up slowly,
Over the tops of the
Houses and found I
Could go anywhere
I wanted to go–
Freedom!
Fairies
One morning a little boy
Was playing in his front
Yard and decided to wander
Around through his mother’s
Rose bushes
A little person with wings
Flew in front of him and
Was joined by a few other
Of the tiny fairies
They did not seem to be
Afraid of him and he was not
Afraid of them watching them
Gracefully fly among the roses
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