Bouncing Ball
Goes down the street, happy to be free.
It's new master, throws it down harder.
It goes ever higher. Kid and ball at play.
Little balls, big balls - Fun yesteryear.
Just as fun to catch with grandkids today.
Bouncing ball - Throw me. Catch me.
I'm round. I don't make a sound see.
Copyright © June Ellen Smith | Year Posted 2010
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