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.
