Avonlea’s Kindred Treasure
Poem by Ava D.
Avonlea’s Kindred Treasure
Robin’s red breast
Is the tresses of thee
And forest eyes
Taketh in all it can of ugly me.
Soft hands and skin
Makes me feel like kin.
Thy love for everything
And everything for thee
Overpower everything that we knew.
Thy imagination doth run
As wild as the free-spirited wind,
Through lands unseen and unknown,
Through tragedies and pains
That only thee and the wind can bemoan.
Thy hair flows with its kindred spirit, the wind.
Thy rosy petals doth open to the kind sun,
Twisting, bending and turning ‘round thee.
Thou art the red wanderer.
Thou art a beautiful treasure,
Dear Anne with an ‘e’.
About the Creator
Ava D.
Music and writing-- two constants in my life that I'll forever be grateful for as I bring pieces of my heart to the page, my good side and my bad sides— hope all my sides are good stories to tell. Enjoy!!
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