Buster
I stand alone by my dog Buster.
It was a warm, and sunny day.
The sun was bright and the only thing you could hear
were the cars going by in the front yard and the wind blowing.
Buster, as happy as I was.
Smelling the fresh air, while petting Buster.
When I'd lay on the ground, Buster would come up and he would lick my face.
Buster and I posed for a picture.
He kept wanting to smell the camera.
His wet nose kept touching the lens of my digital camera.
I had to hold him back, just to take the picture.
As the minutes went on, we finally got a picture in.
The view was perfect.
The sun was shining, and the trees were swaying back and forth.
Buster was in front of me, but only half my face showed in the picture.
Buster and I looked so happy together.
Buster.
2 comments:
I like you picture of your dog; it is really cute. I loved your poem it was very easy to understand and what you said in it was interesting. Good Job with your poem!!!
That is such a cute picture of your dog. There is nothing like the companionship between a dog and its owner!
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