Maid Marion
At seventeen, with hazel eyes,
a dancer's legs, petite in size.
With grace and poise, enchants the boys;
her younger sister, much annoys.
So fair of skin and prone to burn,
a lesson she will one day learn.
A quiet presence, shy, demure,
at some times fragile, not inured
to thorns encountered in her life,
yet firmly grounded midst day's strife.
Bright shining future lies ahead:
well-versed, rehearsed, extreme well-read.
Loud and clear the clarion call:
Maid Marion, prepared for all,
her eyes a-sparkle, joyful, wide,
with Christ her savior by her side.
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for my granddaughter, on the occasion of her 17th birthday
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