Thick forest floor does cry
as Harsh winter chill flies by
A Soft white blanket lightens the fall
of large timbers big and tall
Tiny creature rush past
As winters chill has come at last
Okay so not that great I know. I have become rather rusty. This is what college does to you
I have had a literature class in nearly two years and none compares to my creative writing class that I took...Wow almost four years ago I think.
I'm open to suggestions!!!