by kim blades, writer

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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