Fun in the sun
Here's A Poem That My Mom And I Did Together.
Fun In The Sun
Romping in the grass with all abound.
Full of mischief and plenty to go around.
We tug and we play, and wrestle to the ground.
Leaping and jumping, splashing all around.
Leaving our care givers laughing on the ground.
Digging to escape our outdoor pin of fun.
Watching our care givers jump up and run.
As they pick us up and put us in our pen to play.
We do it again two to three times a day.
Splashing in the pool, swimming and diving, having lots of fun.
Bopping, popping, hopping and running all around.
Dooking, chirping, and clucking all in play.
Wrestling and tugging creating joyous sounds.
The time to go in has come around.
As we are all tired and have slowed down.
We are all cranky and dozing off.
As we will continue playing in our sleep.
by Mary McDonald
In loving tribute to my two pet ferrets Einstein & Dixie and my mother Beth Cowan.
Copyright © Mary Mcdonald | Year Posted 2017
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