Captain Pike
05-12-2007, 07:26 PM
A “dull” Day?
The layered hills are hues of blue
Beneath the scunched gray overcast
Yawning sea the dawn will use
To perform with inky dregs her task
But azure tints have no where to rise
They can not soar to paint the sky.
So Picnic, swim and walk about
Soon the burning sun comes out.
The layered hills are hues of blue
Beneath the scunched gray overcast
Yawning sea the dawn will use
To perform with inky dregs her task
But azure tints have no where to rise
They can not soar to paint the sky.
So Picnic, swim and walk about
Soon the burning sun comes out.