Too-woo, woo, woo,
too-woo, woo, woo.
Robin walks across the road,
Oops, bathroom break!
One, wait, two bunnies!
Breathe in the crisp, sweet, spring air.
Wow, a hang glider! Wait, two!
Watch out, car!
O, a toy drone!
Here it comes, and there it goes.
A little girl on a bike;
was that a woodpecker?
Wow, a fountain!
Around a bend,
there is our house.
That was a grand walk.
Oh my gosh, Caroline, you captured our walk in your poem! I can hear the mourning doves, see the robin (Hi, Robbie!) and rabbits, feel the air on my skin, remember our delight and surprise. Definitely a grand walk : )
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