Well seeing as I can't figure out how to post poetry in the art portion I'm
just going to do it here. So yup here it is

Autumn's Rain
Not a drip drop or a plip-plear,
as it showers out there,
yet still the whoosh of wind and air,
drizzling down with out a care,
Amber droplets everywhere.

They do a waltz when they fall,
like the rain but not at all,
coming from places so tall,
covering the ground, an autumn shall,
crimson droplets in the fall.

Not a sound do they make
forming a crispy calico lake,
leaving nothingness in their wake,
the frosted world they over take,
Brittle droplets make need of rakes.




So there ou have it, yay!

Ok so update. I am home sick, AGAIN!!
So last night I was dreaming that during the civil war there were
these three forts that the north was trying to take from the south.
So they poisoned the food supply of the forts, hopeing they'd surrender.
The people of the forts were all queezy but they still had their pride, and
then I woke up and made a mad dash for the bathroom where I preceeded to do
the technocolor yawn. So yeah I'm home sick with the yucks. anyway thats it for
now, bye.