Poems from jr463

Ever quiet Ever still Green and gold Speckled with white   A soft humming grows Whizzes by Fades   Leaping and laughing the trees begin to...
To my heart,   My heart, My heart Why must you be so fickle! You love Them now No, now another And next another still!   I'd have thought I...
Hooves pound in the night And they know she is near Little Red, Little Red Is the one that they fear For at her side, they know Baked in...