Quiet as a deer
still as a fox
swift as a wolf
loud as a flock of birds
the division of sound is none
swift as the water
loud as thunder
still as the artic
quiet as the night
nature echos the sounds it brings
By: Virginia Penningon
Date: 1/3/07
Completed: 7:47 a.m.
please tell me what you think, so i've lost my muse oh well...
Comments
-
the poem was grate (he he) no it realy was good i loved it give the reader a good view of the woods behind your house
-
-
that was kind of insulting
-
-
that comment wasnt ment to be insualting sorry if you took it that way i was just playing with you
-
-
Adding your comment:
