Dog runs,
Dog jumps,
Dog chases,
Dog plays.
I watch the innocent pup
As she tumbles,
Tripping over a stone.
This bright, beautiful world!
She celebrates it with a bark.
A child chases her
And the child laughs.
I pray for them;
The innocence expressed
In their jubilation at life
Is what should be
At this time.
I pray that they will stay
Young and innocent
And carefree
For much time yet to come.
I watch them play together
For a time
And finally fall asleep
And nap side-by-side
In the new spring grass.
I take my journal and go home,
Feeling uncomfortably grown-up
And as though I am intruding.
YOU ARE READING
Behind the Brown Stars
PoetryThis is a Never-Finish type of anthology; I will probably never publish it as a "finished" work and I will constantly be adding to it. This is poetry that just sort of happened. I hope you like it. :) Also, bold-italic font is an author's note.
