There will be not a moments rest or
a flower she will heed.
Fast to flower, she never misses,
Oh what a whimsical style...
over them, under them, circling all around
taking not a moment to slow down.
Rays of sun reflect her like a jewel
in mid-air but her mind pays no attention,
She has little time to spare.
Her presents are sweet,her hearts content,
she dances on her way....
But her motions tell the flowers...I'll be
back another day!
by Mends the Hoop
11-7-99
~Poem Writen for Mends the Hoop~
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