What a gloomy day it is here. All misty and foggy. On the fly I made up this poem(if you can call it that):
The fog from this morning never rose,
The sun has not shown it's face;
The birds refuse to sing their tunes,
And the trees give no support.
Not very good, but it's a start I suppose.
I don't really like the last line,
but I couldn't think of anything else at the time.
:D NOW I'm able to rhyme!
It does give a good picture of what it's like here right now.
Scottish Gal
