My daughter's hair is golden like the sun Sapphires cannot compete with eyes so blue. Her rosy half-moon cheeks with freckles run To meet a neck so elegant and new. I have seen beauty in a new born babe Develop into elegance and grace. But such beauty we cannot always save. Time passes at a very rapid pace. If we could count the years we spend alive. We would not waste our time on useless things. Into an endless ocean we would dive To cleanse ourselves of all that sorrow brings. The beauty of a young girl's happy face Reminds us life has value,worth and pace.
Knee deep in ****** snow Hands clasped. Ploughing our way Through crisp brightness. Watched over by tall white capped trees Reaching high into the sky.
Getting greyer by the day Maddie the Markham mutt Again has her own way Retiring slowly to her hut . She says quite calmly No walk right now but maybe later, Oh human dear I need a breather! .