A day of sun and shadows and warplanes passing by.
A night of cool lake breezes where madness has a cry.
I’m quiet and reflective with somewhere I would rather be.
No crying over spilled milk here, just dream of land by sea.
Labor Day Weekend
A day of sun and shadows and warplanes passing by.
A night of cool lake breezes where madness has a cry.
I’m quiet and reflective with somewhere I would rather be.
No crying over spilled milk here, just dream of land by sea.
Dennis Mantin 