Wild Child
as her aunts had always seemed to say "well she is a bit of a wild child" with a disapproving frown whenever trouble came her way sun times she climbed trees, ran through the wet grass and danced with the wind moon times she wished on stars, touched the heavens and dreamt her dreams dawn times in the rosy glow of first light she'd stretch up to the sky reaching for all of a brand new day filled with rainbows and fantasies these days that little girl is too busy with math homework and soccer games but her spirit still dances with the wind Written December 10th, 1999 © on Jan 25 2002 04:38 AM PST 12 • 9 • 5
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