Poems from buphotogirl
As they round the last corner
The crowd goes wild
But all the horse hears
Is the soft voice
Telling it to go faster
And all that it feels...
The click of shoes on concrete
Rings through the musty air
A few rays of sunlight
Hit the brightly colored jackets
The squeak of polished...
The garden
With shades of emerald
In all the growing plants
The golden sun
Gives warm light
As remaining dew
Drips off the leaves
Soft pink...
I remember that afternoon
The wind was rather cold
I saw her for the first time
She was just a few weeks old
My sweet little puppy
The...
A fair white face glances over her shoulder
Possibly a teenager, not much older
Her cherry pink lips open slightly
As if she will whisper...