The Thirteen Steps

"come fluttering words, come drifting words to me . . . a Rambling Poet." The rising sun, shone into her room takes a moment, to gather her thoughts gowns her morning attire with pride moves into her garden,astonishing nature Song birds and Sky Larks, fill her ears with music the morning air, so pure into her lungs last nights proposal, from her childhood sweetheart dwelling but, knowing what her answer will be Life feeling exhilerating, future so bright as the perfumed rose plant, poised on her sill her futre holds happiness,children, how many ? her husband to be, awaits her response. Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ Contest What is she thinking . . Wounds by wayside. P. Beadnall... 16/7/11