Moment Poem by Rebecca Springsteen

Moment



All of the animals finally come out
from their hideaway. Birds finally
out soaring though the sky.
With the dog by my side,
walking in the gentle wind.
The smell of food flows though the air.
Yeah, this is where I'm supposed to be.

Monday, February 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: belonging,nature
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