She walk
<pre><code> She walks down the sandy swept broad-walk
A lit cigarette dances from side to side in her mouth
Sip and Gulp " of the cold stout
Her eyes widen as she picks up lone stalk
Whoosh! " the gust of wind blew it away.
She stares seeing the stalk change to a line
the aftertaste of the stout ..so divine,
Whoosh! This gust of wind sent a shock down her spine.
Her cigarette stuck firmly to her supple lips ..no longer alight
She began to walk away with a sudden fright
her legs now wobbly and swaying ..
Why did I come here again ? ...
<p dir="auto"><h3>Welcome to the first of many poetry on the fly poems created by myself. These poems may be simple in rhyme structure depending on the first string of words that appears in my mind . It may be whimsical or even silly to some , too me its just for Clean Pure Fun and hopefully to give you , my reader to lighten up .<p>