Author: Bluesparks PM
A short poem about a morning walk in the park.Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 139 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 12-12-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3082363
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Walking barefoot in the dew-soaked grass,
I stop to admire the melodic sound of the blue birds singing,
the sweet scent of the pink blossoms in the trees.
I look down at my wet feet, to see a red lady bug,
crawing slowly across.
I squat down,
my jeans getting damp from the dew in the grass.
I pick up the small lady bug.
I stand back up,
cautiously study the bug.
It scurries across my hand,
I laugh; it tickles.
I lift up my hand toward the blue sky,
and let the lady-bug fly away,
sheilding my eyes from the bright orb in the sky.
I look at the baby-blue sky,
and notice that one of the puffy clouds looks like a smiling face.
I smile back.
Then continue walking,
humming a tuneless song to myself.