Riley's Adventures

Sometimes, when I lived in Germany for one year, I would just stop walking when I was walking to the tram stop from my apartment and stare at the trams in amazement On the tram moments later, I watched out the window looking in amazement at the things that seemed to belong with me But as I write this, from halfway across the world in USA, I still remember it as home.

Dog's Day They could have sung me just one song To kind of sort of celebrate. Or left a present on the lawn__ A juicey bone A piece of steak. Instead of just a candle on my plate. But no one cares when a dog was born and this aun't much of a birthday cake. By Shel Silverstin I though this poem was really cute!