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Walking Child Poems | Walking Poems About Child

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Details | Free verse |

Walking In The Wet Woods

Walking in the wet woods.
Splogin through the leaves.
Jumpin in a puddle
Ones. Twos. Threes.

Lookin up at high trees
seem to touch the sky,
don't stop water wif no leaves. 
raindrop in the eye.

Finds a deep puddle
walks in very slow
gets close to me boot top
oh oh no!

Walking in the wet woods 
makein sloshin sounds,
stop to take me boots off
wet socks on the ground.

Hear me muvver callin
time to go to Gran's
If my boots walk quietly
and I am very sweet 
maybe she won't notice 
My wet feet.

Copyright © Paddi March | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |


hes has dreams
it times life so mean
making is there theme
no money no love or honey
and cards or stack
to self talking without a smile

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013