country study

France

                                          COULER POEM

BLUE is the couler of the water gently smashing against the rocks

BLUE is the couler of the sky on a warm summers day with the clouds passing by

BLUE is the couler of sadness when the sun beams down melting your chocolate ice-cream 

BLUE is the couler of freezing cold water being slashed against your back

There once was a cat named Fred.
Who never had time to shred.
He wrote a song and sang in a shed.
With a Grinch that had no head.
Then the Grinch lost his leg.