GREEN Sleepy Turtle View
GREEN And Blue Lily Pads.
Get me out of this situation.
My legs hurt from biking.
Water colours turning out horribly well.
Bikes strewn on path.
Stomach rumbling for lunch.
I want to try the India Ink.
What time is it?
My line is useless.
WHAT? Really my turn?
This poem is totally random.
Composed in the bike path on a beautiful summer day.
(Rails to Trails Bike Poem)
