Heather
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Entry for the Nursery Rhymes Poetry Contest Image #3: Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Young Heather found a feather
one day in some cold weather;
just there, right there, on the road
landed, where the wind had blowed.
“My wooly hat it’s plain and pink
I’ll put the feather in, I think.”
young Heather thought as she bent down;
"It’ll turn my hat into a crown."
A dove whose feather had mislaid,
observed from window, as this maid,
with feather, turned from awkward girl
to princess, who would make heads swirl!
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2024
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