Silver rings dazzled, the lit amber moon <br />said to thee-'one give to me' <br />Someone stood there, <br />bright green eyes <br />and curly hair <br />jaded greetings of welcome <br />for there is less in the company of miserys delight. <br />in distant, hale bins of hay <br />4 cukoo clocks echoed in dismay <br />the time of yesterday is to begin <br />Fair boy, oh moon, <br />theres still to little sewn to soon <br />and shock on the sun <br />reddened cheeks <br />drew past the silver rings <br />in merry queer leaps.<br /><br />Candice Renae Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silver-rings/
