We look down each row
Longing for a glimpse of you.
Running and leaping.
Bonnie loved to be free and run in the vines
Bonnie loved to be free an run through the vines – she loved the smells and would run of for miles – one evening she came back too late and was hit by a car – we miss Bonnie and still expect to meet her at the end of each row of vines we pass.
Bonnie