on the promenade.
She holds the leash
on my best dog Blade.
I'm jumping over
sidewalk cracks.
I don't want to break
my mama's back.
One,
two,
three,
four,
five.
Walking with Mama,
it's great to be alive.
I took a walk on the beach walk this morning. I watched a young child jumping cracks. It made me smile thinking about all the times I have done that. Have you ever jumped cracks, puddles or rope? Can you write a poem today about your own jumping? Have fun writing your poem.
Take a walk and see what you discover.
I recently saw a parent allow their child to jump in a puddle in rain boots. So fun to watch.
ReplyDeleteI bet it made you smile. I liked the happy memories and feeling watching the child jump. Actually, she was singing her own little song too. I love moments like this.
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