03-01-2014, 07:16 AM
My first Poem at the age of 10 ish
November
The crack of a fire
No top to a spire
The leaves swirl round
As they fall to the ground
Birds flee their trees
Ponds start to freeze
Winter sets in
like a great white blanket
covered in sin
November
The crack of a fire
No top to a spire
The leaves swirl round
As they fall to the ground
Birds flee their trees
Ponds start to freeze
Winter sets in
like a great white blanket
covered in sin
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out