Through a formerly quiet glade
Trumpeting on the way in and
On the way out
Breaking branches
Breaking trees
Stepping on toes and
Talons and
Hooves
Trampleling down
Everything and
Anything and
Vanishing
With smiles all around
The truth is in the context. My context involves packing lunches, pushing vegetables, making beds, washing clothes, lots of singing and dancing, and pretending to hunt Bison. This blog is where I report my truth ... often in verse, seldom in rhyme, and never meant to be vocalized.
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