Submissions by James

Look over there, the wind blows her hair
The hurricane it rages on this fine day.
 
Look over there, the rain soaks her hair
The thunder it rumbles on this fine day.
 
Look over there, a hat covers her hair
The cold it is bitter on this fine day.
 
Look over there, white in her hair,
The hale it is stinging on this fine day.
 
Look over there I see her nowhere,
The sun splits the flags today.

The girl’s feet as pure and white as virgin snow,
Move naïvely across rough ground
As through a dark and foreboding forest she does go.
She does not look back from whence she came
But with purpose, forward ventures she.
Past twisted trees and husks of long dead dreams
And thorns so black and sharp and tangled
And cheerless eyes as she passes by seem to follow her
But with a brave young heart and a noble spirit she stays strong
And her delicate feet still go on and remain unharmed to carry her along
Her silken black hair flows behind like her spirit...