Poem By Anthony Fry
A morning silver dew, that clings to grass.
A Spiders Cocoon, blows into a south wind.
Bullfrog on a lily leaf, croaks a lovers call.
Pretty frogs fall in love, on that windy day.
Sunflowers tall and proud, sway and kiss.
Pink and white blossoms, fly on the wind.
Cascading colours, of a rainbow softly trail.
In an afternoon beauty, storm winds blow.
A sycamore seed, like an helicopter spins.
Like a winged chariot, flying on the wind.