Beautiful As Daisies

Contn'd from Pg 1

So she called out to the stranger and asked for a ride
Snow had fallen heavily and already piled three feet high
When she climbed into the four-wheel truck never giving it another thought
Before he headed down the highway, he went into a crowded bar
Intuition nudged her, ‘get out now, turn back!’ But pride urged her, 'stay'
He returned with a brown bag; appearing harmless as he turned to her
‘Say, you’re trembling!’ He said and flashed a breathless smile
‘Here, have a slug, of this, it’ll warm you up, pretty girl!’ 
Hesitation loomed for a minute then she accepted the bag from his hand
Young Rachel, was now treading a path beyond thin, cracking ice 
As tears stung her beautiful eyes, she'd never had a drink this strong
How her vacant tummy rebelled against the searing burn
Nausea arose from deep within, and she began to have regrets
Registering strong protest, her regurgitation would later accuse her killer
Her faith was sealed as there were no open doors left for escape
And before she realized he had made a reckless wide left turn
Down the snow covered dirt path through tall pines and fir
No longer were there sightings of sparsely lit farm houses 
Interspersed along the desolate, picturesque landscape 
The four-wheeler tackled with ease, snow drifts of fresh fallen snow
Where the following spring young Rachel's body would be discovered
That night Rachel laid buried under a few feet of snow
She was at rest now to awaken to eternity in sunny fields 
Beautiful as daisies growing in heaven, carefree and endlessly in bloom!

~*~

For:  Rachel..R.I.P.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Neels Avatar
January 25, 2011 at 12:36 AM
This makes me wonder whether you know the girl personally Annalise? This is really sad even more startling is the fact that this do happen to many.. Running away and chasing that pot of gold only to never reach it.. This is really beautifully... love Wilma
Devonshire Avatar
January 24, 2011 at 9:36 AM
Did you know this girl, Annalise? It's horrifying, but things like this DO happen. Young girls are so willing to trust and it's often misplaced. This poem is gripping and I wish the young girls who might "take a chance" on strangers could read this and understand the danger they face. Excellent work, dear friend. Love, Carolyn
George   Avatar
January 24, 2011 at 4:54 AM
Wow....what a story. Thank you for sharing. I enjoyed it very much. Lainie
Wilson Avatar
January 24, 2011 at 1:54 AM
Oh this is such a very sad story..but just beautifully written..love,Deb
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