A small group of girls dressed up in their Brownie uniforms, <br />came hurrying around the corner. <br /> <br />Walking in twos carrying a box between them, their leader <br />calls out for them to pick up trash around the school yard. <br /> <br />This is their good deed of the week, so little, so tiny, can <br />they really be Brownies? <br /> <br />Excitedly, they run around dragging each other with their <br />boxes, not wanting to let go for a second. <br /> <br />Sun is boiling hot as it beats down on their little heads, <br />and very quickly, they begin to tire of this particular <br />good deed. <br /> <br />Looking across the playground, seeing they have moved into <br />the shade and are all together now, just standing around. <br /> <br />Their leader is coaxing, prodding, but she's ready to quit <br />too. <br /> <br />Whatever gave her this bright idea today of all days, she <br />seems to be thinking.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brownies-3/
