Thursday, October 17, 2013

Window Painting Poem:

I see burnt grass from the left over crop circle,
An alien ship lies in the shed to the left,
The old farmers dog is lying in the circle,
The dog always stays inside,
The newly grown spring flowers sit near the shed,
Far off the cattle run for the hills as the aliens chase them,
The ducks in the pond sit calmly and watch.


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