In the spring the robins sing. The flowers, and trees begin to bud. The sun feels warm, and bright, the sky is clear at night, and all of nature’s creations seem more of a delight. People start to plant, and lovers begin to pant, spring is in the air. Churches have their prayers, they even have their fairs, and everything is a delight, while to many the world seems new, and bright. Some people write books while others take notices of their looks. People go outside more often, some even drive to Boston. Some people like to sing. Me, I just like spring. (c) 04\01\2010
A Sad Day By R. J. Peters
Today I learned an old friend passed away, and left a sadness on this day. To his friends, and family he shall sorely be missed. No more can be said, but an old friend has passed away, and left a sadness on this day.