Sunday, March 22, 2009

Sunday Scribblings - 3/22/09

"I come from..."

Today, I'm going to try a little impromptu poetry.

I come from a place where bicycles roam
Where even the strangest feel right at home
I come from a place so pretty and green

I come from a town where art is a right
Where fog creeps along and swallows the light
I come from a town with sights so serene

1 comment:

A Girl Named Me said...

Very nice!
I wish I could be more poetic. Sometimes, I feel just won't work its way out.