"skya" poems
I clutched tight to the string of A red ballonIt clung to my hair, making it stick straight upA red ballonI drew a picture onA red ballonThen let the air out ofA red ballonI watched the drawing shrink on A red ballonAnd listened to the air coming out ofA red ballonI bounced and kept in the airA red ballonI went outside withA red ballonThe wind got faster, and blew awayA red ballonIt flew into the skyA red ballonUntil there was nothing left of A red ballonPlease tell me if you findA red ballon
Mar 1, 2010
Mar 1, 2010 at 4:23 PM UTC
theres a place in ireland its name is galway bayfull of lots fishing boats you can see along the wayyou can watch sun as it begins to setas you watch the bay become a sillouttte.you can see white horse as there riding by.riding on the waves underneath a moonlit skya picture of tranquilty that warm can the soul.a perfect work of art thats so full and wholethe beauty of the bay the splendour of the seaa memory that i hold so very close to me.
Feb 21, 2010
Feb 21, 2010 at 12:38 PM UTC