Tuesday, August 17, 2010


I gazed out the fluffy white gazebo at the blue and purple night sky like a duvet with a gaping hole in it.
I hear crickets chirping their songs.
The trees dance the tango with the wind.
The glittering sand and the exhilarated sea coming in and out like a heavyweight boxer.
Finally one lone solder rises to meet the challenge of the fiery red sentry sounding the alarm.
It's springtime


Anonymous said...

nice poem logan rm15

Anonymous said...

nice poem i reaally liked your subject =D
Yours sincerely Joe & Shivam