Like big fluffy snowflakes falling to the ground
the milkweed is freed.
As our dogs run through tall grass
milkweed flies all around
and then (after numbness, minor foot injuries and lots of pictures)
dusk falls.
We must retreat back home for another day.
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Hey Connor,
What a good writer you are! I bet you guys had a super time playing with the milkweed. Thanks for the newest blog entry; I always enjoy them.
Judy
great poem connor…it really gave me the feeling of your milkweed adventure.
and i think i will print it out, along with your picture with balor and put it on our fridge.
keep your blogs coming…
see you at thanksgiving
love spring
What a perfect day you had! Thanks for sharing-Patty
Thanks Judy it was fun except for the fact I had to walk through prickers… in sandals.
Thanks Spring I like my poems see you soon!
It was like it was snowing Bessie (my white cat) fluff Patty.