Saint_Michael 3 Report post Posted August 7, 2008 I am from the land of milk, hay, and sounds of life.With the smells of butter, and home cook meals for that day.Being able to look at the sunset, and hear the sounds of a train, and that soon to come thunderstorm.I am from a land of family and friends who work day and night providing for their families. Who talk to each other during that Thanksgiving dinner of the football gamethat is about to be seen, and plans for that Christmas dayI am from the dream land where I look to the starsand wonder what is out there or where I could be.Or if I could be that guy who scores the game winning pointand hold the trophy up high.I am from the summers past in which the days wouldbe spent eating popcorn and drinking soda at a car race.Or swim in the cool, refreshing water in that very hotsummer sun.I am from the land of milk, hay, and sounds of life. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Erdemir 0 Report post Posted August 13, 2008 You are an interesting devil, who can write nice poems like this. Good work Evil Master. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
