White Death
White death haunts so many
Hands start to sting like needles
Coldness please be gone
Dying Orange
The warmth is fading
Crunching and dying orange
Oh what lies ahead
Drip, Drip, Drip
Ice cream dripping down
The sun is burning me away
I must eat this fast
Green
The birds are chirping
The white death is fading quick
The soft grass is back
They have come
I start to taste salt
Orange ball is burning
It stops, clouds have come
Duck boots
Pulling on my boots
Crunching under my warm feet
How long with this last?
Special Shoes
My shoes they sink down
Oh how wet they have become
Soon to be purple
Red Birds
The warmth is coming
The pretty buds start to show
Cardinals are back
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The syllable count is not always true: case in point "White death haunts so many".
ReplyDeleteI don't get a clear picture from all of these, particularly "Special Shoes" and "Duck Boots." It seems as if the duck boots are crunching and the shoes are turning purple. - 9