San Francisco, CA.
I find myself looking back at those days,
When the sun smiled passionately with it's
Squinting as I looked to the skies,
Finding it hopeless, as I shielded my eyes.
A colorful butterfly danced in the air,
Flying to safety, to hide from the glare.
Standing under a tree, I scanned the land
Outstretching my arms as I asked the wind
to find me.
Beyond the great rock and across the great
Came a strong, tender wind catching me in
I looked to the east, and I looked to the
Covering my eyes for the sun would not rest.
And there to my left and next to the tree,
Stood a beautiful flower blooming proudly.
Sitting there as the clouds rolled in and
the thunder boomed,
I was reminded of the days, back when the
This is one of my first poems so please feel free to give any "constructive" criticism. I could use the help. Thanks
[This message has been edited by Mark R. (edited 07-15-99).]