The dull fading sun
Shone through the soft violet clouds.
The vast blue sea,
With the calm rippled reflection of shore and sky,
Gently sweeps the sand and debris
And reveals something hidden.
An ancient place on the banks of stonehenge
Used for worship and,
Hidden for centuries.
Shone through the soft violet clouds.
The vast blue sea,
With the calm rippled reflection of shore and sky,
Gently sweeps the sand and debris
And reveals something hidden.
An ancient place on the banks of stonehenge
Used for worship and,
Hidden for centuries.
Reveals its self where it seams to belong
Over looking the sea.
And it sets as it always has
In the ocean breeze
And the faiding sun.
2 comments:
Hey i read this poem yesterday and i really liked it! I thought you used really good descreptive words. Well i really like it let me know if you do any more. Talk to you later.
Wow, they really found a Seahenge? Tell me more about it, it sounds cool.
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