Rhythmic Stories January 22, 2021

Chocolate

My granddaughters poetry

here it is Katybug

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One of the customs traveling the prairie was to leave behind something useful for the next wagon train to find There was a steady line of pioneers coming after you on the open plains.They were dusty and dirty getting their...

My Hillside

Songbird sitting on a hillEntertain me if you will I watched you flyIn the tree nearby I heard your songThen you were gone I wondered where you flew off toOn to another adventure for you I love just lying here...

Winters Branches

As the wind blows through the half barren trees December sets in with a stiff but gentle ease The leaves left are blowingsoon they will be going Trees all bareI only stare A sadness settles in my mindI somehow can’t...

STEVEN

1961-1965 He was playing baseball with his cousins that had comePlaying baseball was little Stevies favorite game The boys kept after him to retrieve the fly ballsStevie would run get them he didn’t mind at all His mother kept yelling,...

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