Hills Of Gray

[SASSZAIN]

This is a pooem i wrote one day in math class while looking at the covber of the Oxford book of Irsih Poetry.

http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/viewtop ... t=17507387
I already wrote it here, in a better format... ...yeah.

her's your version though :XD

Look At me,
Dull and gray.
Full of potential,
For a picture bright and gay.
I have four soft hills,
Made of gray.
My sky is dark,
In midday.
When you look at me,
You dont want to play.
On my soft hills,
My soft hills of gray.
I'm Made of speckled dots,
Dots of black white and gray.
There's a light shining behind a hill,
Behind my farthest hill of gray.
Soon it will come,
My month of May.
When she comes I'll change,
To green flowers with birds a' gay.
Oh how I love to see the birds come,
The birds that come in the month of may.
When you look at me then,
You will want to Play.
On my soft hills,
My soft hills, no longer gray.