Down a dusty path
the wind tumbles softly along,
the blossoms grow like
billowing clouds of cotton,
nestled in soft pillows of pink.
Claude takes a stroll
through the fresh perspective of spring,
cold white snowflakes are gone,
now it's warm, white petals
floating all along.
6 comments:
I love this Woody!! :o)
this is wonnnderful, willie! what a great character and terrific pink trees!
The picture is adorable and your writing is great! Good job, love the poem. You're amazing to me. :)
I love it! His little french shirt is perfecto :)
Oh, this is lovely. Reminds me of cherry blossom season in Washington. Is it spring yet?
I came to see Claude again because he is so awfully cute! :o)
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