A Country Girl In Love

You don’t have to go to the dale
To find her playing with a butterfly;
She would hide from you
As she is young and shy;

You can’t see her among trees and bushes
For she does not stay in a place;
Just track down her in fields
On her head she has done a new lace;

She may be on the hill, sitting on stone
And staring at the sky in a pensive mood;
She has been going there to watch
The flitting clouds since her childhood;

Yonder at the edge of dale you can see
Her squatting by the river side playing;
With sands, snails and pebbles
Watching the boats as they go down gliding;

Sometimes I watch her lithely tread
The narrow paths across the desolate field;
Her eyes looking for someone
Where the green crops wild flowers yield;

She is lost in herself and wanders through
Vales, forests, hills and hot desert;
Singing, dancing, laughing and murmuring
No one knows what is in her heart;

Sometimes they think she has met
Someone somewhere in those lonely lands;
Who fell in love with her and promised
To return and would ask her for her hands;

by Tiku akp

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Comments (2)

Very nice and so true
Oh is that ever true. Splendid work darling.