3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

Revised sonnet #1357

The gravels greasy wet on cambered lane
In meadow meander green of winter crops
Of cabbage close to rooster weather vane
Adjacent polo pony stables stops
Now searing sleet arrives erasing rain
Assaults eye lids I squint a sore tear drops
I stand unswerved your mallet swishing swain
I miss our mucking out the brooms and mops
The fingers freezing stick to handle chrome
I honk the horn the once off battery
The fog of breath in lights odd flattery
Of sighs thats her three storey stately home
I shuffle listlessly I step the stile
Its worth the wait Id walk a country mile
Chorus stile stijl stil