Stephanie Souter

All Day

Stone cold showers
The definate flowers
Mothers powers
Lingering for hours

There is no way to stop,
The moring dew drop
Reaching the top
cooling the crop

The perfect storm
Past the norm
Theres nuthing left for her to preform

Reach for weeds to pick
Make the eyes sick

At the end of the day
You can see the last sun ray
She is speechles to say

Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 18, 2009

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