i live on a farm. i love horses and i like writing poems. sometimes, but i'm better at stories. |
By and By,
the River cries...
I Love the way the wind blows, on a nice breezy...
I Love the country from which I am born...
Everytime I Run I see the world pass by.
Everytime I run I feel the Earth beneath me...
There once was a little man,
He was short, fat, and ugly...