Sprinklers Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sprinklers



They dropped like dead flies to the pavement below.
Little balls of water fell and broke, splattering
tiny drops of particles at a tremendous rate of
speed.
Teeny, beeny, drops of water went bowling along the
ground, until they hit an object and then were
knocked apart.

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