There are lynx,
their paws padding on the forest floor.
Black bears towering above me.
Mosquitos humming,
buzzing by my ear.
The chirping of the young fledglings,
like a song of peace.
The fresh toasty waffles,
and the juicy, mouth watering spam,
like they are more,
than the best thing in the world.
I smell the silent burning firewood,
It's smoke drifting upward.
I walk outside and feel the dew dipped grass,
wave between my toes.
And those crackling leaves that crunch beneath my feet.
There,
in Minchumina,
I am very happy.
5 comments:
What a fun poem who wrote it. Love the pictures
She is quite the poet. Very nice.
I love it! Way to go Sid!!
who knew spam would find it's way into such beautiful poetry:)
Really though, very impressive! what a cutie
Too cute! Good job SIdney! I can't believe how fast time goes by and how big Sid is. I love the poem and she will be so grateful you posted that later in life.
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