3: A short poem of winter
2/10/04 03:32 pmwinding through the landscape
in circuitous paths, they come
now in long coats, now with umbrellas
the children of this city delight in
each hour spent in the wind and
rainy puddle-stomping weather
Well...I did when I was very small...
in circuitous paths, they come
now in long coats, now with umbrellas
the children of this city delight in
each hour spent in the wind and
rainy puddle-stomping weather
Well...I did when I was very small...