Please post or publish. ----- Original Message ----- From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Sent: Friday, June 18, 2004 10:57 PM Subject: My Fickle Friend
My Fickle Friend I have a friend as fickle as can be, teasing and often playing tricks on me. Sometimes, her face appears to be humid, hot and hazy, as she causes me to lack ambition and feel lazy. The grains of sand on the beach glisten as the sun continually bakes, and my toes burn as I desire a barefoot walk to take. Then the sun's incessant warmth suddenly becomes a chilly frost, and there I stand in summer clothes, shivering, confused and lost. The once smiling blue sky takes on a doleful frown, and quick as a flash, the rain comes pouring down. Boisterous and roaring was each lionesque thunderclap, which frightened me, awakening me from my restful afternoon nap. I threw off the covers and swiftly jumped out of bed, to greet me was a leak in the ceiling and raindrops fell upon my head. The angry howling wind pulsated the waves pounding upon the shore, which tormented and thrashed upon my front door. When I awoke, embracing ground was a sheet of ice and slippery, too, And as I ventured out, I nearly fell and lost my shoe. For my fickle is the unpredictable weather, as you can plainly see, Always creating a scene full of fury, drama and fantasy. Cynthia Groopman Copyright ©2004 Cynthia Groopman --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Deaf-Blind Inspirational Life Group" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/DBILG?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
