Ode to Vacation

Barefoot running through the grass

Large trees Swirling his vision

Hat gently scratching my forehead

Coca Cola runs down his throat

Sugar makes me faint if I have too much

Pie is his idea of lunch

Love is hiding out at evry corner

Despair hangs in the air around him

Misting in the morning, my eyes are in tears.


Copyright 2006 by Danielle Westman. All rights reserved.