Two young girls with bare toes
Sneaking down a country road
Searching for adventures untold
Imagining digging up such things as gold
Creeping by the Pearson's home
Into the forbidden garden they roam
Orange and yellow lights flip on
In an instant the two are gone
Leaves rustle wildly in their ears
Exciting all their favorite fears
They climb a rope made of sheet
Into bed hurry four dirty feet
Copyright 2009 by TheVanillaBee
This is really good. I am amazed when a poem is written, because it is one of my disadvantages. Good job!
ReplyDeleteI like this! A lot! It makes me happy :)
ReplyDeleteSplendid, dearest! =)
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