Friday, July 5, 2024

All the mountains covered in snow

My baby tells you what she knows

All the sunshine sure feels right

My baby smiles both day and night

All the trees covered in leaves

My baby always does as she please

All the water just flowing by

My baby all she has to do is sigh

The wind always whispers and moans

Just like my baby whenever I am home

by Bill Ferguson

Poetry of a Lifetime