A Boy from the Valley {Poems}

Strolling round the block

It varies from morning to night,
when I take you around the block.
But I must be sure to keep your leash nice and tight.

I take in the scenery, the rolling hill over yonder,
it makes me begin to wonder, going into a ponder.
Then I get distracted by the rumble of thunder.

It was a nice peace, getting myself lost in thought.
Though I had to remind myself of cars coming.
and to get you in quick before the rain came.

Though now your leash hangs up untouched,
sometimes I call your name by accident.
Which brings a frown to come.

I wish I could turn back the page.
Even if it's a simple event.
Like trying to get you to dry off in your cage.