Beyond the hills White Mountains course the sky.
And reaches up to heaven it beseems.
In powder blue the fluffy clouds float by.
Oh, little child, who innocently dreams.
True beauty standing gracefully upright,
Adorned in velvet kissed by satin sheens.
With ribbons, flowers, laced with pearly white.
The hat she wears boasts eloquent designs.
A picture perfect child to bring delight
Her shaggy little dog whom never whines.
With faultless manners always sitting near.
Oblivious is he to her bloodlines.
Aristocratic child in her own sphere
Imagined she was riding with her prince.
Enjoying whims and dreams without veneer.
She happily lived hoping ever since.
© February 16, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
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