Poetry

sprinkling rain pitter patter

wet muck on dry boots, splitter splatter

a green leafy tree

with the sun glittering through each leaf

red shiny firetrucks

on a gray road

That is poetry to me

an old musty book

in a pair of new hands

a rising sun

after a long, dark night

And

a slow summer breeze

traveling through the sky

catching sights and stories

as it whispers past

Poetry, drawing with words,

the picture different each time