Dec 2015
the first one
his name was agustus
and he tasted like freshly fallen snow
he used to sing for me
random songs he composed
he'd play on the guitar with only 3 strings
and his hair would fall over his eye
his hair like straw blown soft by that wind that wind of winding mountains
and when he sang to me
of me
even the trees strained to listen
him and his broken down guitar
his name was agustus
and he tasted like freshly fallen snow
he used to sing for me
random songs he composed
he'd play on the guitar with only 3 strings
and his hair would fall over his eye
his hair like straw blown soft by that wind that wind of winding mountains
and when he sang to me
of me
even the trees strained to listen
him and his broken down guitar
Day 3- Find the nearest book (of any kind). Turn to page 8. Use the first ten full words on the page in a poem. You may use them in any order, anywhere in the poem.
