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This Little Piggie, By Sheryl Minter, I love to be in the yard underneath the old gnarled oak tree. To lean into it and wriggle my body against it until I shake some leaves free. I love it just before the mow when the grass is tall and fine, A dandelion here or there for a feast that is divine. I love the summer days when I bury myself in the hay, I settle in for my afternoon siesta and dream of bobbing apples in the pool When I awake. I love the earth?s natural baby powder of sand, To stir it with my back, rooting myself with the land. Most of all I love how my family loves me every second of the day. Our long walks in the yard, playing in the hay. The pedicures and hoof dressing, the moisturizing baths, the tender loving hands that love every little task. |
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