The ship went sailing from the bay with countless treasures in its hold. The waves roiled on that windy day, though tamed by sailors brave and bold
Storm winds come, storm winds go He slumbers in the earth below Close your mind, close your eyes In the darkness he will rise Fallen King who dwelt in stone Sleeping...
Adventurous summer holidays, a time of make-believe. When every hidey-hole was a fort and monsters lived in trees.
The siren swam beneath the sea, singing her song without a care, for under wave her life was free— her life was free, but cold and bare.
Plucked from their patches hollowed, cut, and brought to life wickedly they scheme.
Strong and stronger as the evenings grow shorter the shadows, longer.
Yellow, red and gold, mulchy, slippery and cold, fiery ice on tarmac.
Gone is the freshness of warm summer rain, Gone are the words which brought me to shame. Gone are the birds, aloft in the sky, Gone are the flowers, which in fields lie.
Fluffy Easter chicks (slightly aged). Three for five dollars— going cheep.