She wades along a bustling Texan street,
A line of roses drifts on like a fleet
While unicorns climb in her head;
Galloping with dreams, refreshed
By softened mist, that eases eyes
To ride the carousel of skies.
She breathes a thrilled wish on Lone Star
As gems pour, showered by centaurs
On nightfall when breeze wisps her hair,
Ringing out tunes with precious care.
Pure magic of horns romp with beats,
Till natal cheers make her complete!
P.D. POEMS CONTEST
by nette onclaud
*dedicated to PD..reach for the moon,