The Thirteen Steps
"come fluttering words, come drifting words to me . . . a Rambling Poet."
The rising sun, shone into her room
takes a moment, to gather her thoughts
gowns her morning attire with pride
moves into her garden,astonishing nature
Song birds and Sky Larks, fill her ears with music
the morning air, so pure into her lungs
last nights proposal, from her childhood sweetheart
dwelling but, knowing what her answer will be
Life feeling exhilerating, future so bright
as the perfumed rose plant, poised on her sill
her futre holds happiness,children, how many ?
her husband to be, awaits her response.
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Wounds by wayside.
P. Beadnall... 16/7/11
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