/// Little June turned back, not feeling brave.
Goose bumps spread ‘cross her flesh in a wave.
She holds onto Mom’s dress
cold with fear. It’s June’s guess
that a goose just walked over her grave.
/// Little June turned back, not feeling brave.
Goose bumps spread ‘cross her flesh in a wave.
She holds onto Mom’s dress
cold with fear. It’s June’s guess
that a goose just walked over her grave.