They grew in scattered patches
Sticking out like soar thumbs in that big open field
But I loved them
Birch bark littered the ground
In between the patches of tough yellow grass
And I remember running
That field seemed so vast and open
And Dakota
A massive white and fluffy dog lumbered behind
He followed me everywhere
Sometimes when the grass was tall
All you could see
Was the tip of his great white tail
It bounced up and down as we ran
And oh how we would run
Right into that big open field
When we approached the end
We came to a hilltop
I felt like I was on top of the world
I looked out over the farm lands
The black spotted cows roamed the pastures
Dakota sat by my side
I breathed in the fresh air
It smelted like summer
I fell back to lay in the tall grass
Dakota sat up on his hind legs
And looked out over the pastures
One heartbeat, two, three
I catch my breath and then I’m up again
Running like never before
And Dakota close at my heels
There is great imagery in this poem, the dog running through the field...a moment in time, nicely put. Do you mean to create poems without punctuation? As it is each of your poems would be read without pause, which has its merits, especially when the characters are running.
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