Thursday, October 28, 2010

Walking Poetry

We took a walk that afternoon
only me and my pet dog.
We walked by an old mine
and sat on an ancient log.

I had bad feelings
about this woody log
because when I had looked
I saw a rattler eating a frog.

Then my dog and I frantically ran
across the beaten field
through the rocky stream
and hid in the cornfield.

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