The winds playgroundA Poem by SamBug
I came around to thinking of the time
When life was free and fun for all of us. Like wind blowing around the mountain climb, All children rush across the yard in trust. They scream and laugh and cling to things so dear And whisper to the world of lifetime dreams; The dreams that make the future seem so clear Are dreams the wind could only hold it seems. Green meadows dance and join along with glee; The flowers in the daylight air seem bright While singing to the childrens' melody; And nothing changes after day is night. I contemplate on which I want to most, But most of all which dreams to hold so close. © 2010 SamBugAuthor's Note
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34 Reviews Added on March 28, 2010 Last Updated on May 16, 2010 AuthorSamBugGTown, ARAboutOkay... So these things are always hard to fill out but I suppose I'm going to try to describe me as best as possible. My name is Sam. Some people call me Sammy poo, Sam Bug, or simply Sam Loo. I'm .. more..Writing
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