Sonnet To A Girl

Sonnet To A Girl Oh, sweet lovely girl, a blue-eyed fantasy, With white hair blowing in a Texas wind. An innocent child, not having thought of sin... Running through fields of bluebonnets in ecstasy, A joy to behold in soft rose petal majesty. Small tan feet, Oh, the places they've been, Chasing rabbits, while passing a nearby racoon den. Free spirit of the little nymph, not knowing drudgery... If only we could be like the sweet blue-eyed girl again, Watching wind-tossed clouds in an April-blue sky. And believe this world to be like an Earth in heav'n. No thought or concern that her childhood will fly... This innocent child with no reason to ever cry. Victoria Rose Steele Copyright ©1975 Victoria Rose Steele