FredA Poem by Michael G JamesonStory PoemFred
Fred always had wanted to walk in the woods but he soon realized he knew not where he stood The woods were alive with the sound of the breeze was a whispering sound far above in the trees Saw a deer by a pond, it was taking a drink he stood there and watched, but knew not what to think as a sneeze left his nose, the deer ran away he followed it, watching it's woodland ballet Soon his attention was drawn to the fact that he no longer knew which way to go back spooked by a noise in the dark up ahead he turned down a path caring not where it led The woods came alive beneath moonlights dim haze he might have kept running for many of days but off in the distance, where he could not see voices he recognized, his family He heard everyone, Mom and Dad and the kids each of them sounding like they'd flipped their lids As their voices got closer the faster he ran Till he heard his Mom saying "There's our little man!" As he ran up to them, he lay down on the ground so happy he was that his Family he'd found they each pat his head as they went off to bed one more day in the life of a puppy named Fred by MGJams © 2015 Michael G Jameson |
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