Think I am dreary
Perhaps you should think again
My shades will leave you weary
Though I’m modest and plain
I am the color of a mountain
Storm clouds that bear rain
I’m the color of a pachyderm
The color of rocks firm
I am a sculptor’s delight
I’m neither black nor white
When molded into a statue
My worth shines through
Here are my versions few
For your eyes to view-
Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
Mud-filled geysers (Fountain paint-pots) at Yellowstone National Park
Grey skies and misty Niagara Falls
The Grey Statue, Meghalaya, India
Nice-the pics and the poem!
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loved all the pics and the lines 🙂
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Loved the photo effects.
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thanks!
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