heyimausername

this is a poem written about a return to my old house and a greeting of old friends Blue House Now Brown A long stretch of road, a farm, a creek All places and memories Small pockets of magic that I know and visit Little faery worlds made just for me Where trees speak and water sings and books tell you their secrets I see the long gravel driveway the telephone pole The grass and trees They all wave in greeting, inviting me Beckoning to visit the world I haven't seen for years I start down the long familiar path The wind whistles and the grass sings in harmony The trees creak their melody in this symphony of welcome The whole

well ive just started doing stuff on here and its going to be interesting i think. i hope you all like or dont hate my artwork! now if i can only find out where they keep the cheese... you know what i hate? USING THE WRONG FECKING COLOR ON ONE PART OF A LARGE DRAWING AND HAVING TO START ALL OVER! ARTIST RAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!