Tuesday, September 1, 2009

My Visitor

My Visitor

I walked outside along the brook
and in the bushes I did hear a stir,
surely I did not budge, eagerly
did I wait, patiently and knowingly
that something must come out
to see me. Suddenly, to my surprise
a young spotted fawn did come
out to play.

Poem By: Kaylie Brown
September 1, 09

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