For Bill B:
Come summer, I long
For winter; in winter I
long once more for spring.
Come Autumn, I’m contented
But for everything dying.
Skat@2017
For Bill B:
Come summer, I long
For winter; in winter I
long once more for spring.
Come Autumn, I’m contented
But for everything dying.
Skat@2017
Riding with mom’s like
Having Lady Crawley in
The passenger seat.
skat@2015
When it looks like rain,
Folk often need to complain—
I can read my book.
skat©2015