December 2, 2008
By cayman seiffert, Media, PA

The crisp, crunching
Underneath your feet
And the blower humming
Making a beat

There was
Pile upon pile all over the place
Waiting and watching just because
And rubbed the fuzz
That was all over his face

I was so happy we were together
I wanted the energy to never stop
I wanted it to go on forever
But we were almost done so I fell with a flop

In a pile I went and out I came
The sergeant’s smile was driving me crazy
I am glad I have the sergeant’s name
I hope one day I will
Be able to do it again that same place, time and yard

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