Our hill

Our hill grew green fur velvet touch with your bare feet. Avoid a dog's poop. Touch and walk in the soft green grass luscious juicy green with darker shadows. Lie down and watch the whispering trees, blue skies with white sheep of clouds. Sheep, why you don't come down to eat our grass? Down came rain. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 5/3/2009