Poems from Cmartin
Dream a dream so sweet and sound
of a place so enitially profound.
where hope and joy and be eternally found.
why would a robin ever want...
Buses, desks, chairs, pencils, papers flying every where.
Another school day is regretfully here.
As the instructor calls roll...
if i could have a starry night, i would.
if i could have a chance to breath the misty air, i would.
if i could dance along the darken path...