She Carried Red Roses
I recall the story I was told when so young
Of a girl so beautiful, her life barely begun
She was all but fifteen on her way home from school
Taken at will by a crazy mountain fool
She disappeared, assuming they both went to ground
There was many a search, she never was found
Days passed, and weeks into years
As our community moved on, only her family shed tears
Then came the day when my story was retold
Inside my mind my memories to unfold
In another town far away from the past
Across the street my eyes did cast
For I spotted a young lady, with her father I presumed
But something clicked as my past was resumed
Thinking back to the reports and the newspaper clips
She always carried red roses as they matched her red lips
Is that her, that fifteen year old girl
Across the road living a different world
Do I intervene or lets things be
Is she the girl from my past I see
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010
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