|The Country Side (standard:poetry, 160 words)|
|Author: lonedove||Added: Jan 22 2003||Views/Reads: 1683/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|My way of remembering my grandmother.|
The Country Side The rain came down softly like the low beat of a drum But then, in the far off distance The birds are down to a hum The flowers sway in the wind The mountain tops covered with snow The sun is glowing with glee The trees standing tall in the wind, they're a sea of green The sun is all a glow For this is what I've seen But now I see no more, I just sit and listen There are questions to be answered Does the wind blow and roar? Does the sun still glisten? Are the birds still singing? Are the mountains still covered with snow? Is the sea of green still swaying? Is the country side still a glow? I need not my eyes to see But my memories kept alive There is but on key, the key to the memories The memories bring me happiness, happiness to me Is the beautiful country side Tweet
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