poemsandponderings

the ordinary ponderings of a closet poetess

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

What she does.

Starry eyed, though the sky is grey
She gave her last two bucks away
she bought the stars with a winning smile
then danced her way through rank and file.

She sings with heart, though her voice is gone
Doesn't know the words, but it's a lovely song
She taught the birds to harmonize
then saved their chicks from the grass snake's lies.

She walks with grace, though it's a child's skip
She is without destination, on an endless trip
She drew the horizon its misty line
then stopped to chat with Father time.