Carefree

enthused turtle

I want to lay in a field

where strawberries taste

like sunshine, where killdeers haste

one wing away

just out of reach.

I want to teach our child

how to play a game

of clouds.  Kiss you

on the mouth

and tickle your fancy in and out

while the lark and whippoorwill sing

from their precious perch

on a thistle.  I want to whistle.

I want to hum.  I want to bumble

along to Neil Young

or Mumford and Sons

on a Sunday

or a Monday

with you.

Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books®

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