POEM OF THE DAY
August 7
My home is where the wind yells
and the clouds cry.
My home is where the trees grow
and the seas roar.
My home is where fun is around the corner
and memories are created.
My home is where history was
and history is made.
My home is Seattle.
My home is where the wind yells
and the clouds cry.
My home is where the trees grow
and the seas roar.
My home is where fun is around the corner
and memories are created.
My home is where history was
and history is made.
My home is Seattle.