The dry brown leaves
Raced across the pasture this morning,
They leaped, skipped, and flew
All the way to the fence.
Then they piled on top of each other,
Laughing, tickling, and jostling.
Whispering joy in their
Wild pasture dance.
Their sprint exposed
The tender new green grass
To the sun,
To the rain,
And to the hungry goats.
Cerita M. Hewett
February 20, 2014
Ed’s little family can
Eat half a watermelon
In nothing flat!
They chew all the pink off the rind,
Leaving just a little white
Next to the dark green shell.
What Applejacks the pony gets is pitiful,
Still he eagerly gobbles the leavings and
The chickens snatch anything he misses.
Cerita M. Hewett
August 2011