Last edited by freckle; 18-12-2009 at 12:40 AM.
well, its nearly that time isn't it? not long before I hit the hay....
Good morning midnight
Good Morning—Midnight—
I'm coming home—
Day—got tired of Me—
How could I—of Him?
Sunshine was a sweet place—
I liked to stay—
But Morn—didn't want me—now—
So—Goodnight—Day!
I can look—can't I—
When the East is Red?
The Hills—have a way—then—
That puts the Heart—abroad—
You—are not so fair—Midnight—
I chose—Day—
But—please take a little Girl—
He turned away!
Emily Dickinson </B>
Would be interesting to meet these people who have made the 'Todays Poet' the monster it has become!
Something like this?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TebUMhJAKSM