Forest Fun

When to visit my uncle oh his farm, Maple trees all around, the lake a mirror reflecting the glorious mountain and sun, we played in the waters and among the trees like youngsters having fun.

 

Rays of brilliant sun kisses

Flowing carelessly

Over rippled water to mountain top

Caressing the lush green

To where rabbits freely hop

 

Hop

Hop

                                H – o – p – p – e – d – y

                                                                                                Hop

Acorns with their safety cops

Ready for the  p

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                             U

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                             G

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                                N

                                G

 

                                DROP

 

Trunking down Barkley Road

To the local forest stop

 

Here Mr. Owl and Mrs. Woodpecker

cheerfully remenis

collaborating with seed filled crop

 

Bits and pieces flying afar

treasures for Queen Ant’s minions

playing the clean-up mob

 

Along comes Timothy tortoise

trotting foot for foot

leaning curious ear

wondering where is best to POP !

 

Tediously he stretches all fours

carefully not to disturb Grandpa horse

kicking peacefully

in his dreamy gal - lop

 

The End

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