Hoots, Howls and Belly Growls
...poetry for little people
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Me and Old Blue
Me and Old Blue
My nose,
like an arrow,
pokes a hole
in the wind's
icy breath
as "Old Blue"
sails me
down the hill
in March.
-Joy S. Barefoot
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