Literature
A Snow Covered Ghost Town
Another sleepless night,
the clock rounds three A.M.,
I'm sitting here in bed
With my computer yet again.
I take a look outside
and much to my surprise,
the streets are bright and clear,
white falling from the skies.
I put on my warmest clothes,
grab a hat and tie my shoes,
I put a camera in my pocket
for taking pictures if I choose.
As I'm putting on my gloves,
I'm walking towards the door,
I know it isn't warm outside,
for that I'm pretty sure.
As i close the door behind me
I start to feel the cold,
and when I start to turn around
the beauty I behold.
Walking from the porch
I feel a crunch ben