Verses in rhyme.

Pacing the pylons

Of landmark-shaped clouds

Faring the batons

Of snow-covered mounds

Timing the showers

To get to the coast

And sample the flowers

Then gain the host

To ford the ocean

In mean weather season

With blinding motion

And hibernating reason

A tropical island awaits

With romance and plenty

And regular dates

For the vertical gentry

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  • Joie Schmidt on May 9, 2010

    Love it, really good!

    Blessings.

    Sincerely,

    -Liane Schmidt.

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