A poetic lady, was she

with words waxed eloquently

With book in hand

on beach and sand

Mountain meadows

with beauty so grand

or under the Evergreen tree

In fields of Bluebonnet

old farmhouse upon it

the places she does roam

No matter the home

she may call her own

or wherever she may be

Just take a look

for the one with the book

I hope that you will see...

is the poetic lady in me!

Victoria Loveday May 9th, 2004 ©