Posted by Admin on 27 January 2008, 12:00 am
Pleasing to the eye that comely form,
those radiant cheeks, that smile so warm,
as with Amazon stride she passes by,
those happy keys with her deft touch to ply,
to unreached heights my spirit soars,
and from profoundest depths of Sorrow, Hope anew
like faery melody thro’ my being pours,
at thoughts of Friendship, pure, lasting, true.
In her dark hair unfettered in the breeze,
Diana’s child again the poet sees.
No affectations mar this flower which grows
not like the violet that from sight would hide,
but as a fragrant, blushing English rose,
Health, Grace, and Youth personified.
T. C. Hudson
13th December 1936
© T. C. Hudson.
Village
Parish Council