Climbing Lifes Mountains Poem by 0000Verity 0000Yafuso

No Bree did not see,
close to shores you where not.
August blew in,
ready to grow...........strength from 'step',
carrying her 'rain', sorrow 'not today'
Little did she know,
red wigs, cray paper 'n vinni's crowed.
That was it.............weakest calls,
her mind you where not.
Why she asks...............bit agian.
Did Bree step step into your 'dreams'! ! ! ! ! !
Close! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! NO! ! ! ! ! ! ! !