The sky, a perfect black. A sassy moon plays in the branches of a crepe myrtle, begging me to join the fun. Believe I will, before the sun puts an end to our game of hide and seek on this pre-dawn morn ...
I love this poem. I'm seven-years-old and I can feel the dew beneath my feet as I slip out the back door and dart across the yard in the predawn hours...
short but sweet and some how the blind of the words make this a wonderful Poem and the Over all Idea come across very well. Thanks Karla For shereing this poem to us. take care and be blissed
The moon sometimes go by my window, teasingly naked, her ethereal white fingers caressing my face and with her silence telling me to close my eyes and go to sleep.
Delightful romp in the pre dawn morn; well penned! Enjoyed this one; thanks for sharing! BRAVA!
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your twink, Karen Lynn. :D
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on February 4, 2008
Hey! Hey! Hey! Nuttin' like playing around wif da crepe myrtle . . . Jus don't let weeping willow find out, ya know how sensitive he is . . . Gotta love it!!!!!
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
Lvoe tinka
Love,
Becca~
God Bless
Michelle~
Thanks for the memories, Karla.
Rebecca
Love and blessings!
Susan
well done Karla...
John
Cryssa
God bless you. Kathy
Love,
ET
Fee
...and your playing my favorite game! :)
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
stan
Georg
Delightful romp in the pre dawn morn; well penned! Enjoyed this one; thanks for sharing! BRAVA!
TAG! You're it!! :)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twink, Karen Lynn. :D