Ponytail Daughters
merry, squinting
playful eyes
and happy lips
curled
upwards
in their crooked smiles
they go
running
ponytails jumping
in the wind
dancing all around the yard
pity I must call them in
but the days are getting darker
and a wolf preys in the neighborhood
Donald Dean Mace
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Poetry
what a world we have, your poem is needed. thanks.
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