That was the colors of the sky.
It pleased me so that I went and sat down.
You must think of life and the poor that war makes.
Done by Alice Oliver Henderson, Miss.
Fire Castles
Fast falling rain and every hill in mist
Make even my very saddest thoughts grow sadder,
And every sad thought lengthens my long list,
As, moaning over old things that make me madder,
I sit and sulk over some unkind word