William G. Lyon, No Room For A Tent</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=7.htm>William G. Lyon</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>No Room For A Tent</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>There's No Room for a Tent, yet the ground is so bare,<br>Besides it's too cold, so I'll just sleep in my Camp chair.<br>The mice have made holes, on every foot of the ground,<br>As they all, just scatter and run, around and around.<br>There are not trees nor bushes, just holes in the ground,<br>When all of them are sleeping, they never make a sound.<br>But when all of them are awake, they just Chitter Chatter,<br>It sounds like a herd of elephants, as all of them Scatter.<br>From one hole to another, and then right back they go,<br>I just suppose they are all having their own Fashion Show.<br>So I'll just have to be content to sleep in my own Chair,<br>There's No Room For A Tent yet the ground is so bare. </b></font> </blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk3.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk3.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>