aporia

Dry Autumnal leaves they fall

Brittle pieces scatter round

Deeply rooted in beliefs

Hold firm like Castle Rock of old

Biting hibernal winds they howl

powdered snow sleeps on frozen ground

Deeply rooted in thoughts

Delve deep as the Loch of Ness

Green vernal plants they grow

vibrant life spreading wide

Deeply rooted in tradition

adorn thyself with kilt

Burning estival sun it glows

little children soak it up

Deeply rooted within history

Oh! Protector James VI, saviour of the land

Reviews

[Shy]

It ain't bad, although the reason you made it annoyed me.
Lily tried, and you had to bring up your poems on HER question.
Seems pretty self-centered to me

[Deidara]

Once again you don't know the facts and are making assumptions.

[Shy]

Her before-last question
29 comments in
You never replied. Do you still want one? I'd be more than happy to do it.
Yes, blah blah, you offered it before. You're the one that doesn't get it.
I do not always say things randomly.

[Deidara]

I asked her and she said it was ok for me to do it so I don't see why you're so upset.

[EternalDarkness]

It's okay. I don't mind that he brought up his poems on the question. I'm pretty nonchalant about it.