Walking BaileyA Poem by DaraA sunny day, a gentle breeze as we pass by the giant oak trees my lab and I stroll side by side no need to hurry we take our time. She sniffs the grass and rolls around I glance her way then up she bounds. The silence is golden we hear not a word and I hum to myself to a chorus of birds. These moments with Bailey I’ll remember forever. She’s my constant companion, a friendship to treasure. © 2015 DaraReviews
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