Green and White
Shining so bright.
Cascades of culture,
Blowing in the summer breeze
As canvas blows from sails
And seagulls squawk at the docks.
Small town comfort
In the mist of a harsh winter.
Fireplaces roar like lions,
As the town is enlighten by the tree.
As the auburn colors appear,
In a painted autumn,
Buildings of years past stand tall,
With a hundred years of memories.
When daffodils sprout,
And spring arrives,
The graves of the ancestors past,
Become full of flowers.
For even back then,
Green and White,
Would shine so bright.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
Green and White
Shining so bright.
Cascades of culture,
Blowing in the summer breeze
As canvas blows from sails
And seagulls squawk at the docks.
Small town comfort
In the mist of a harsh winter.
Fireplaces roar like lions,
As the town is enlighten by the tree.
As the auburn colors appear,
In a painted autumn,
Buildings of years past stand tall,
With a hundred years of memories.
When daffodils sprout,
And spring arrives,
The graves of the ancestors past,
Become full of flowers.
For even back then,
Green and White,
Would shine so bright.
