Teen Poetry #8 |
Sitting at the Sill |
gozaggss Junior Member
since 2006-04-26
Posts 33 |
I’m sitting at the sill, Looking past the mill. I see the world as it should be, Peaceful, beautiful, from sea to sea. Flocks of birds soaring through the sky, While little critters scuttle right on by. Treetops grown into dreadlocks with time Full of scent; lavender, roses, sagebrush and thyme. Deserts look uninviting and hostile, But see the lively mouse; it’s actually quite docile. But I’m not there. It truly isn’t fair Because I’m sitting at the sill And looking past the mill |
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pen&paper Senior Member
since 2006-06-06
Posts 513 |
I really liked this. It was so well written and I can relate, if that makes any sense at all. Pen |
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