The little lass basks in the sun,
Her face caressed by the grass,
But she flails about, thrashes about,
When the day’s one torrential downpour,
The little lass, bare-footed, stands,
Oh, is she a lass? No more.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 9:09 AM UTC
The little lass basks in the sun,
Her face caressed by the grass,
But she flails about, thrashes about,
When the day’s one torrential downpour,
The little lass, bare-footed, stands,
Oh, is she a lass? No more.
A woman recollects her idyllic childhood days outdoors.