Dawn Toney

2019-05-15 08:55 am

Look at the trees,
All sweet with honey bees,
Kids falling skinning there knees,
Moms are running with all there might,
Screaming I told you ,don't leave
My sight,
Now were do we fly our kite,
Then they start to fight,
Bees are buzzing,
Oh so load,
 under over the huge
Big crowd.