Tuesday, January 10, 2012

#2 Small Stone

My little boy zooms by me
pushing his Tonka truck.

His noises sound just like one,
as snow boots and little legs

glide over an icy road with
ruts.The sun shines down upon us

as our daily chores are finished.
He leads us back up up up,

rosy cheeks from such exertion,
bright eyes from such excitement.

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