On a cold, crisp December morn, Right after the first snow storm. The sun let down her elegant streams; As the snow looked up to see her...

Deep beneath the surface, Out of sight to all; Lays a hidden treasure, Kept behind a wall. Its been hidden for so long, Most cannot...

We hear the wind each night and day; But see it not, nor whence it came It leaves so softly, suddenly. Try you might, but can not...

Big foot big foot Creeps through the woods Hiding in the scariest places. Nobody knows he's real Except for the foot prints he leaves....

I'm told that my father was a billiard player. The best one in the town. But I have never seen him play in all. The years I've been...

Smoothly, the crisp clean wind moves quietly through the trees, making the leaves rustle. While the the nightingale sings its favorite...