I like sitting on my stoop;
admiring the squirrels as they scurry by,
following the birds as they flurry high,
touching the grass while each blade rocks with the wind,
absorbing the wind while it rocks with each blade.
I guess,
you can call me a Nature Boy;
because I like walking more than driving,
and am not to fond of boats, but would love diving.
And would rather take you on a pinic,
and be trampled by ants,
then out to a fancy restuarant,
and end with a romantic dance.
I never would have thought,
in my short 17 years,
that I'd trade in my favorite action toy,
for the title,
of that "silly ol' Nature Boy."
-em;
*Pap had to be, part of my inspiration for this---as so Sua. Pap laughs at me for preferring walking, and was the first to call me "Nature Boy." & Sua, well, she also likes to sit on her stoop, admiring whatever wishes to delight her eyes.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
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LMFAO! NatureBoy!; i can't believe you prefer walking---what a sucker?
dude...ants? wtf?lol.
if M EVER took me on a picnic---hell no! lmfaoooo. nice poem though.
lolol, Sua would be the one to sit oh her stoop & talk to herself about like life.
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