Patient Child
Good as it gets

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This is a poem, about a patient child,
One sat beside me, not out being wild.
Looking to the sky, with camera to hand,
The ground a mixture, of mud and sand.

The sky is turning, pure shades of gold,
Here sat beside me, girl is not old.
We chat and wait, as the sun sets.
Times with my girl, good as it gets.

This is a poem, about a lovely child,
One stood beside me, her manner so mild.
Looking to the sky, with camera at ready,
Standing on the path, her hands are steady.

The sky is turning, pure shades of yellow,
Here stood beside me, a feeling of mellow.
We take our shots, as the sun sets,
Times with my girl, good as it gets.


H Mann and long my it continue to grow this love of child and father, with a shared love of photography to keep their hearts content and full
Jane Hooren awww lovely and nice to see grace with camera in hand

 
 
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