Anne Hessler Poet Lyric

The Flowers By the Pond

It started in the meadow
the sun shawn bright and true
a girl was picking flowers
while a little robin flew
near her was a pond
not very big in size
with thick algea on it's surface
acting as it's disguise 
the little girl saw a big daisy
on the other side of the pond
but she didn't see that it wasn't grass
that she was walking upon
she gave a cry as she sunk 
to the ponds depths below
but no one heard her cries for help
her friends had left long ago
she held here breath as long as she could
black spots dancing before her eyes
her last thought here on this earth
"so this is how it feels to die"

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