My Son the Poet
May. 9th, 2012 07:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alltoseekNature
There is a soft wind
Trees gently swaying rocking
Deer walk quietly
--written by my nine-year-old
My sons enjoy nature alright until BEES! Then they run screaming into the house.
Poor bees.
There is a soft wind
Trees gently swaying rocking
Deer walk quietly
--written by my nine-year-old
My sons enjoy nature alright until BEES! Then they run screaming into the house.
Poor bees.
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Date: 2012-05-10 08:49 pm (UTC)