Wednesday, 26 September 2007

A poem, I's think afore I's go.

WATCHING. by Stewart Mackinder (c)
Watch the sky for you may see,
The sun setting behind the oak tree,
Glowing red and orange hue,
The fading light flickering through.
Shadows casting across the fields of wheat,
Now the shadows start to creep,
until light and dark finaly meet,
Reaching up the hill so steep.
Watch the sky for you will see,
Full moon shining full of glee,
While one star begins to shoot,
The wise old Owl sits and gives a hoot.

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