Behold a boy with stick in fist
Wandering fields that hum and twist
Following trails where beetles roam
And sage springs from dusty loam
Hitch-hiking burs catch a ride
On muddy shoes with every stride
He counts the clouds overhead
While lying on a grassy bed
Though he wanders far and wide
He comes back home at eventide
About the Creator
M. Fritz Wunderli
I love storytelling and the transformative process it brings for both readers and writers. I hope my stories have that same effect.
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