Saturday, December 18, 2010

Freebird By Vol Lindsey


Louise ain't no elf,
Sam says she is a whole other species,
calls her a "freebird".
Sometimes she just flies away
and when she comes back
she has things to say.
So Sam walks with her
and listens.
He is in love with her voice,
says it sounds like water
splashing over rocks.
She tells him what she saw
and what she thought about it,
but never invites him along.
Sometimes when she is out there,
she thinks of him,
thinks of what makes him laugh
and smiles to herself.
Once she bought him a little silver dragon
to wear around his neck.
He thinks it's magic
and reminds him of the elves.
Sometimes when he wears it,
he can look down
and see it lying on her breast.

2 comments:

  1. Great poem! Ditto Mary - that header is super-cool!

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