Oct 04
poem 0 comments challenge: River
Buffy The Shep Slayer's picture


The creak flows
Making the little dasies dance  
The wind flutters by
The rocks casting shadows
Down on the ground
The wispering taunt of the trees whistling
A leaf falls
Touches the water ever so gentaly
And it gets caried away
One by
Rain starts to fall
"Pitter, patter"