Poetry

My Lucky

Lucky is the best dog,

That I have ever known,

He may not be the smartest,

But loyalty is shown.

He isn't very trained now,

But years are still to come,

And when I'm done with Lucky,

He'll be smarter than some.

The Big Rock

There is a big rock,

That sits in the yard,

To climb on top,

Is not too hard,

To feel the wind blow through your hair,

'Cause on my rock you can catch air,

To feel it drifting here and there,

To see my yard from way up high,

'Cause on my rock I'm in the sky.