| FAQ/Help |
| Calendar |
| Search |
| Today's Posts |
 |
|
Site Navigation
| Creative Corner For sharing of poetry, artwork, verse and other creative things. |
|
|
Thread Tools | Display Modes |
|
|
| Creative Corner For sharing of poetry, artwork, verse and other creative things. |
|
|
Thread Tools | Display Modes |
02-16-2008, 02:44 PM
|
#11 | |||
|
||||
|
Elder Member
|
memories of my child hood so vivid so gay
bright sunshine big snow storms so different then today sledding till we coulndt feel our hands and feet gloves were uselessly wet and so was our seat barefoot running those damn thistle weeds owe climbing the barbed wire fence to chase the cows climbing trees till the branch swayed swimming hole leisures on a hotsummer day memories of laughs smiles and yes tears no one can take your memories throughout the years next tag and welcome jamie nice poems next tag vacation which i am in dire need offfff i am still gonna create this soundproof primal scream closet it would work wonders i know it would
__________________
. History doesn't repeat itself, but it does rhyme.............................Mark Twain . ....... . ... . |
|||
|
 Reply With Quote
|
| "Thanks for this!" says: | Burntmarshmallow (02-20-2008), GladysD (02-22-2008) |
|
|
Similar Threads
|
||||
| Thread | Forum | |||
| A fun game. | The Stumble Inn | |||
| Game Programs | Computers and Technology | |||
| The CAPITALS Game | Games | |||
| The ' NAME THE GAME ' Game | Games | |||
| Let's play a game | The Stumble Inn | |||
Threaded Mode