Girls

Girls are like fairies,
With mythical powers.
On a lolly-pop of dreams,
They dance away hours.

So wiggly...their capers,
Both up-side and rolled.
As they tip-toe so lightly,
On bars of spun gold.

Tossing up glimmer,
With a gossamer spray.
Then wrapping the rain-bow,
With bits of light ray.

Plucking at moon-beams,
With a sly little dart.
Then making their get-a-ways,
Straight through your heart.


E.P. 1908 - 1989