The babbling brook strode past my door
As the sun marched over the hill towards dusk
I reach out and grasped the moon in my hands
Dragging it down to the pond, capturing it in the water
The willow wept tears of leaves as autumn approached
And animals hurried to take their prizes home before winter arrived
I look out of my door and saw the birds head east
Into the rising sun they fled, all sense lost, heading towards summer
I wonder if tomorrow will be like today
A collage of sights, a dream, a vision for tomorrow
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FUN, MAD, AND JUST PLAIN SILLY Poetry
PoetryAS the Title says.. A collection of FUN, MAD, THOUGHTFUL and just plain Silly poems. IMPORTANT NOTE: IN THESE POEMS THE LETTERS, IN BRACKETS, AFTER THE TITLE MEAN. ...
