(no title 2), by Anna Lorena
|
Feelin on the down and out
Runnin kind of dry
Not carin which way the traffics flowin
Growin by and by
Wonderin where the flowers dance
Hov'rin through the trees
Cravin for some ol time songs
Singin on the breeze
Missin all the warmer days
Jumpin round the lawn
Havin fun just like a kid
Risin with the dawn
Christmas mornin'd come too fast
Spring up like a shot
Hopin for the best of things
Curious 'bout what we'd got
How we miss the childish airs
Struttin 'cross the house
Thinkin 'bout the times to come
Quiet as a mouse
|
Posted: 2005-03-19 03:43:06 UTC |
This poem has no votes yet. | To vote, you must be logged in.
|
To leave comments, you must be logged in.