A BOY AND HIS DOG
Just wandering down a winding path,
A picture of contentment and joy.
A soft and wiggly puppy
And a freckle-faced, barefoot boy.
With fishing pole on his shoulder
And his puppy by his side,
He’s headed for a gurgling stream
Where all the big fish hide./Skin so smooth and golden-tanned
From the sun of summer days,
Sifting the dust between his toes
While his puppy dashes at play.
Tattered straw hat on his head,
Whistling a merry song
A bag of goodies tucked under his arm/And his puppy tagging along.
Golden locks of tousled hair
Blowing in his face.
Nary a care in all the world
but to beat his puppy in race! Ruth Underhill, Ideals.
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