The sun looks down
on my little rural town.
The sky is blue and bright
Until the chilling kiss of night.
The moon shall begin to climb.
You can hear wind playing in the chime.
Even in this heat there is plenty of fun.
It's hidden below the big bright sun.
YOU ARE READING
Dear, Samantha
PoetryThis is a book of poetry with no true theme. Some weave a story of guilt while others are simply meant to invoke pleasent feelings or memories
