In the lee of the mountains with snow on the ground
Sits a quaint little village with hills all around
No sign can be seen of the green grassy hills
For they lay neath the snow in the wintery chill
But the people are happy and get on with their lives
All the brothers and sisters and husbands and wives
For they know that soon the snow will turn to rain
And then they will see their green hills again
Comments
skinner_jennifer | October 26, 2010 - 10:20
Hi Biggus,
What a lovely picture you paint with words, I wouldn't mind living in your village, it sound
peaceful and quiet, Ah lovely.
Jenny.
Biggus | October 26, 2010 - 11:13
Thanks Jenny