Dog Soccer

By: Max Sprinkle

Pembroke Corgis running wildly
On the lawn and in the driveway.
Running me exhausted.
The trio of us play joyously.
Kicking around the big blue ball.
We hit the fence, as we hit the wall.
Then my father would always call:
“Come in for dinner, Max.”
I’d rush inside to eat my fill,
And wipe the sweat from my brow.
After dinner, I’d go back out and play,
Another game of dog soccer.

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