Watch Out Lauraw

Trumpet Vine

  The Trumpet Vine

Reaching in all directions
With no imperfections
Stands a trumpet vine
Weary of wintertime and
Hearing metal wind chimes
With nothing to make him feel warm

-Pupsterboy 2 (8 years old)

Pupsterboy 2 had a school assignment to write a poem about nature.  He walked out the back door in the snow and wrote the above verse about the first nature-y thing he saw.  *sniff*  I’m so proud I could bust.


3 Responses to Watch Out Lauraw

  1. skinbad says:

    It makes me feel hollow inside.

    And don’t we all weary of the wind chimes from time to time?

  2. Lipstick says:

    Ahh, the puppy is a poet.

  3. Mrs. Pupster says:

    It runs in the family. I remember reading Grandpa Pupster’s beloved poem that he had written in grade school, “Spring is Here”. It started like this: “Spring is here, spring is here, and all the birds are drinking beer. . .”

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