I went out into my backyard and
Ran my feet through the grass,
Let the blades tickle my toes,
Smoothing my feet the dew-kissed on the sod.
Rays of sun beamed down,
Making the droplets twinkle,
And as I walked,
The matted grass showed my path,
Walking the journey
Of exploration outside my window
That I ventured when
I went out into my backyard.
This poem is about:
Me