 | Poems by a Little Girl |  |
BY LAKE CHAMPLAIN
I WAS bare as a leafAnd I felt the wind on my shoulder.
The trees laughed
When I picked up the sun in my fingers.
The wind was chasing the waves,
Tangling their white curls.
"Willow trees," I said,
"O willows,
Look at your lake!
Stop laughing at a little girl
Who runs past your feet in the sand!"
| Poems by a Little Girl | |