On our midnight climb over the mountain.
We pass by dark storm clouds.
We live each freezing moment,
as if it were our last.
"Beep" goes the jeep
We are there at last
Our moody mood has lifted
And once again we are in the safety of our warm farm home.
The fridget midnight air
brought the new calf to hei mother's feet
He lay there all nestled and warm
beneath his mother's feet
He was almost waned off his mother's milk
But she waned him still once again
and he layed there against her feet
all snuggled and was warm.
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Comments: 3
I hope you don't think me mean. I just thought you'd like to know..
frigdet should be spelled frigid. (I believe you meant frigid as in cold, right?)
Anywho, thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting