Sunday, December 16, 2007
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The Willow Tree*© By Anna E. Vickrey*
I sit under a grand old tree
the leaves softly float to the ground
the earth around me green
but the roots on this old tree
an unforgiving brown
I used to sit here
on my lonesome
and wonder and laugh on the outside
but on the inside, I always seem to cry
but now it doesn't bother me
the leaves just float on by
so now I watch and listen
to the story of my life
I wonder if it's over
but it's only just begun
I wonder about this tree
I wonder about the sun
it shines on me so brightly
it shines on this old tree
it makes me warm inside
to think it's shining on me
3 comments:
Ezt ti csináltátok?
Igen, de dobozban vettuk a hozzavalokat. Csak ossze kellett szerelni. Minden a dobozban volt ami kellett hozza.
your gingerbread house looks yummy!! I miss you Niki.
Yesterday I started summer vacation, talk about weird.
BFF
Sarah
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