Lillian of raven hair and pearly skin
wears a dress of blue muslim
a colour that matches the sky’s azure hue.
Her slim golden feet scatter the dew
from the cool, green grass she runs through.
Her smoky grey eyes and rosy lips
sparkle and curve as the meadow dips
revealing a sight that stills and delights –
two small children are flying kites,
their silken eagles soar to great heights.
In her hand she holds a golden flower
picked from the meadow’s abundant bower,
she pins it among her raven locks
noticing the time on the rising sun clock,
Lillian returns home to Magic Creek Rock.
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