Thursday, February 7, 2013

And We Ran

Birch trees stood tall and awestruck

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

1 comment:

  1. 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.
    Laura

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