Anne-Shirley Clough
a name quite enough
dandelion fluff
spread by a puff
from the cheeks of a girl
in the meadow at Vita
A fella
might-a
seen her scamper
between the bushes
and Antynovitch Road
on the way to town
Flowers she picked
from the open field
red and bright yellow
a colourful yield
Critters she caught
they were pets to love
brought in the barn
with a kiss and a shove
Summer showers
soft the sound
on the road to town
while way out west
The sun goes down
Nature’s meadow
where flowers grow
and critters run
where dew wets your ankles
in morning sun
Anne-Shirley Clough
That name’s quite enough