Walking The Dog

The air was hot, humid, and heavy
When we ventured out.

As the sun beat down upon us
She pulled me quickly along,

Then stopped in the shade of a tree
And allowed the cooling breeze
To refresh the air we breathed.

Standing still with her hair blowing gently,
I lifted my arms as a bird would wings,
And we enjoyed the moment pleasantly.

I urged her along to continue our walk.
Reluctant to start off, she gave in
As she spied our next 'rest area.'

On our hot summer walks we now become
Explorers in search of the next shade tree!

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John Tiong Chunghoo 30 July 2006

and i smell something very tight about your poem. a great poetess in the making. never give up poetry. best wishes from john.

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