With the mountains fair East,
and the sound near West,
Wild Trails hold North
And I'm left looking up.
Pine and Fir
and broad-branched Oak
fill grassy fields
And calm my mind.
It feels so long
but isn't so
until I must
soon return home.
YOU ARE READING
Book #2
PoetryThe old one is old and cringey. So I made a new one! I'm not a freakish middle school fangirl anymore, so you can read my ideas without internally dying! Now, it's meme time. // (mostly short stories and poetry, with a lil bit of meme-y stuff (idk)...
