The Tale of a Yellow Poncho
Isn't it strange that many years ago,
A little girl wore a yellow poncho,
And twirled around in her garden like a golden butterfly,
A little boy watched her, and didn't forget the rest of his life!
Years and years passed by!
The garden lost its lustre!
The golden Marigold and the white Chrysanthemums flowered,
The red Roses and the hazel-coloured Jinias blossomed,
But the swing was vacant,
No one heard the laughter, the chatter,
And the birds didn't chirp there any more!
The Yellow Poncho was worn out, and faded away,
And didn't look gorgeous any more to her,
Something to get rid of,
And finally that's what happened!
The poncho got replaced by a stylish attire!
The memory did not fade away for someone else,
Who thought, it was an enchanting angel
Who he found,
The angel didn't have wings to fly, but
Had a Yellow cloak!
For 'ALL YOURS (Feb 24)' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
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