"gratiot" poems
The sky is gray
The water's waves reach the shore
Shells, sand, and rocks can be seen
With the sand under foot
You can hear the water's voice
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 10:57 AM UTC
Show me to your town
from Pleasant to Gratiot
and everyway in between
show to me your past
for it leads to your path
everything you leave behind
makes you the personality
that stands before your gasp
look at the sky
swirling
spinning
crash
those goes the sounds of nature
pouring down upon our puppets
brings you to a time when the world came around
about for you to thrive
but then it was away
and now you've been searching
for your strings
because without
your nothing but a lifeless nothing
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC