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Sunbeams

There was a beautiful sunbeam shining thru the trees A beautiful sunbeam that woke up my daughter and me. The sunbeams woke up the flowers on the ground The only place this scent could be found. Living in the city , you only get smoke and smog And in the mornings you get the fog. Waking up thou- in all of gods creations Makes you shiver with anticipation. The sounds of the birds chirping in the trees All singing in harmony. The squirrels searching for food to store But they had gathered it all up And there wasn’t any more. The frogs sitting on the lily pads With more than enough insects Keeping them glad. Then the sunbeam reflected off the flowing brook Seeing this was all it took. We jumped up and out of our sleeping bags We was excited, we was glad. All year long we waited for this day To go to the woods, to jump and play. As we prepared our breakfast Gods creatures were all coming around We did not see them, for they made no sounds. We looked up and they were gathered all around our camp Watching what we was doing And their presence was so soothing. My daughter started throwing bread to all that were around. And in us, a new friend they had found. There were squirrels, raccoons, rabbits and a possum or two. Wondering what we was up to. Then we looked up into the trees And there was that magical sunbeam. It shown its light right where we was camped The grass is so beautiful when it is damp. The rays of light playing games on the dew drops We didn’t want this moment to ever stop. My daughter said it reminded her of The fairy tale “ sleeping beauty” It was the perfect setting - for she is a “cutie”. After we all had something to eat We gathered up our backpacks And left them some treats. That day we explored all of gods beauties On the mountain trails. We knew we’d be back- we would not fail. This one memory in our minds would forever last For god had shown us his perfect “cast”.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 9/7/2011 7:56:00 AM
A lovely story, really nice read, for reference, grammatically, "we was" is wrong, you shuold be using "I was" or "we were", enjoyed.
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