www.whyville.net Aug 28, 2011 Weekly Issue



BooksRus
Whyville Poet

The Fight

Users' Rating
Rate this article
 
FRONT PAGE
CREATIVE WRITING
SCIENCE
HOT TOPICS
POLITICS
HEALTH
PANDEMIC
The road is full of futile flora
The signs full of moss
The mourning light that shines on the smoke
Falls at a gentle toss

We ride among the wind itself
A hearty, soulful steed
That carries us on its back
Against impartial need

I run with him and he runs with me
The muscles bend with grace
I try to run at the highest speed
To win the chronic race

 

Did you like this article?
1 Star = Bleh.5 Stars = Props!
Rate it!
Ymail this article to a friend.
Discuss this article in the Forums.

  Back to front page


times@whyville.net
12338