Softly, softly she did tread,
through dew soaked grass.
No sound she made on gentle feet,
except the light whispering of the wind. 102 more words
Today’s poem also dates back to my High School days, maybe because I’m (once again) feeling sentimental about the days of my younger, more naive, teen years, or maybe this was one of the only poems I deemed acceptable from my Sophomore year. 273 more words