Just a light-hearted little rhyme on
a beautiful Sunday morning.
Submitted to the Poetry Pantry at Poets United
April 23, 2017
Deep in the woods where the sunshine speckles
You might find the girl, nose dusted with freckles
She had no worries about fashion trends
All the creatures of the woodland were her friends..
Sometimes she climbed high in the mighty old oak
And listened to songbirds as they spoke
Or she lay on her belly in the tall, green grass
And whispered to caterpillars as they’d pass
She talked to the fish in the forest pool
She had plenty of time; there was no school
The fairies had granted all her wishes
No cleaning house, no doing dishes
She ruled her world with an iron hand
There were no bad guys in her land
She played lots of games, and was always the winner
… But playtime was over when Momma called her to dinner.
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TC!! Too cute! I wonder was that you?
ReplyDeleteThis is adorable. I can see her, enjoying her magical kingdom.
ReplyDeleteOh I love this!! Such an adorable fairy tale!❤️
ReplyDeleteI hope that there are children who can still maintain such innocence and enjoyment of the imagination as the one you have described so well.
ReplyDeleteOh this is just gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping in at my Sunday Standard today Bev
much love...
Sounds like an idyllic childhood time!
ReplyDeleteOne can only hope that at some point, we were all a bit like her. This was a delight to read,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Having in your own world is one the best things in childhood days. This made me smile, Beverly.
ReplyDeleteThank you for taking me away with this delight
ReplyDeleteA perfect world for a child..delightful.
ReplyDeleteThis is a delight. Wonderful, enchanting words rendered with a lovely lilt ... a really exceptional piece.
ReplyDeleteShe played lots of games, and was always the winner
ReplyDelete… But playtime was over when Momma called her to dinner.
A winner brought back into the reality of life when she gets hungry like any little kid! Humorous tale Beverly!
Hank
Could be you. Could be me. Such sweet nostalgia.
ReplyDeleteA magical poem - :-)
ReplyDeleteNice to relive such idyllic days.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful children's poem
ReplyDeleteOh, how I love the magic and whimsical wonder in this!!
ReplyDeleteAlways a hard, cold dose of reality to dash our fantasies!
ReplyDeleteDinner always interrupts some fun activity, even when I'm an adult. :D
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