idris
03-07-2007, 01:16 PM
Fence-fixing done;
Shady rest on a day sun blest, in winter.
I may be weary, though not my tongue,
For yet it tells my pen to run,
In this, my sun-blest winter.
All my mending, found parts blending,
Wire stretching through fence posts, in the sun.
Now, I string words along a meaning,
Tautly wrought through pen by tongue.
Shady rest on a day sun blest, in winter.
I may be weary, though not my tongue,
For yet it tells my pen to run,
In this, my sun-blest winter.
All my mending, found parts blending,
Wire stretching through fence posts, in the sun.
Now, I string words along a meaning,
Tautly wrought through pen by tongue.