And She Is Gone

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: January 14, 2020

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And She Is Gone

 

On the ground on a summer’s day she sits

Legs crossed and head in book

Pretty maidens and handsome knights

Is what the story tells.

 

A pretty maiden herself to be

A knight to sweep her away

A castle in a far off land

And fine silk gowns to adorn.

 

Summer sun warm on tender limbs

Delicate song from tiny birds

Sweet perfume from English rose,

A quiet time to read,

 

Alone for now, she rests on summer lawn

Aside she lays her book

And looks as if to see her dream.

 

Slowly rising from her place of rest

A knight on stallion black she sees

And walks toward

On tiny feet that tread so soft.

 

No surprise as he sits and waits

Her tiny hand in his he takes

And sweeps his pretty maiden up,

His prize been won

He turns the mighty steed away,

Round she looks with movement slow

Past her place of rest her gaze do go

Down summer lawn and to her home

In hazy light she gaze,

Then to her handsome knight she turns

And she is gone.

 


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