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