An Unforgettable Trip (Part 3) Poem by Rebecca Navarre

Oh, alright Pretzel, you can go with the girls. You
take care of them now. Grandma said half to herself and
half to Pretzel. As he looked up at her with his ears
pricked forward and his big brown eyes shinning up brightly
as he gave an excited yip. Ready to go off and show us a
thing or two around the farm. We decided to head down the
winding, curved driveway, towards the mailbox, and make our
way to the creek. But as we walked, and got about halfway
down the road, Pretzel had other ideas in mind of his own!
He suddenly, very quickly darted off underneath the barb
wire fence. And off across the mounds and snow covered hills
and threw the trees he went! Sinking in up to his stomach.
His short little stubby legs, bounced like a rabbit, as he
half fought, and half played in the snow. My girlfriend and
I followed, stopping here and there, in awe of the trees, grass
and weeds still covered in the frost like snow and ice. Glistening
and sparkling in the spring morning sun, with rainbows of colors
surrounding us, we barely noticed the cold. Pretzel was digging
away at some unseen, buried, hidden treasure in the snow. Coming
up for air only occasionally, to shake off his snow covered snout
and face. Only too soon to forget his buried treasure, and hard
work. As he darted off now in a new direction. My girlfriend and
I played and engaged ourselves in a snowball fight. As we laughed
and ran, soon Pretzel returned to play and run at our heels. We
all stopped to see and hear the sound of the flock of ducks, over
our heads, in search of unfrozen water. We pretended to be them.
Flapping our arms, making quaking sounds, and preparing to take
off in flight, as the ducks would do. Although we both agreed
there was no place we'd rather fly off to than here! Lost in our
game of make believe, we hardly noticed how far off the farm house
seemed to be. We were having to much fun, and it didn't seem to
matter. But, clouds had begun to roll over and block out the sun,
and we began to feel the cold. We decided we better start walking
back. For suddenly the warmth and coziness of Grandmas house seemed
a million miles away, and we could hardly see it anymore...