Seven Children

Written by: Andrea Dietrich

With shining eyes, the prettiest advances leading all the rest. She skips with glee beneath blue skies, the prettiest with shining eyes. The second, with a warming smile, comes dressed in lace, and all the while she lithely romps beneath the sun with warming smile, the second one. And woebegone, the daughter third, walks, scowling, speaking not a word. She trudges slowly on and on - the daughter third and woebegone. Now comes along a steadfast son whose sauntering seems never done. He perseveres though winds be strong. A steadfast son now comes along. The second boy along the trail has charity, which does not fail. He renders aid and brings sweet joy along the trail, the second boy. Another son, now onward pressed, endures although fatigued and stressed. He's labored much and cannot run, now onward pressed, another son. At course's end, a daughter fair who rests - lets down her golden hair. Most cheerful, tender, gracious friend, the daughter at the course's end. (Please click on "About Poem" to see the fortune-telling nursery rhyme this is based on.) For Francine Roberts' children in rhyme Poetry Contest