Treasure Island

Ellias Anderson C.A ( Known as captain A)

(Iran, Islamic republic of)

Wind& Brown


Wind was hitting the face of the wheat
he was muttering: oh...that's enough...
wind brought a cool breeze
it was his duty with no means
wind brought the seeds....
seeds of the wheat to the other places
so the wheat's seed will grow in the other parts
so the wind helped the wheat quite a bit...

Submitted: Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013

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  • Anthony Di''anno (9/25/2013 5:48:00 AM)

    Nice one Elias,

    the Wind doth blow,
    the Wheat doth grow,
    Wild seeds Sow,
    All things Bow,
    To the Wind. (Report) Reply

  • Anthony Di''anno (9/25/2013 5:46:00 AM)

    Nice one Elias,

    the Wind doth blow,
    the Wheat doth grow,
    Wild seeds Sow,
    All things Bow,
    To the Wind. (Report) Reply

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