The Swans will come.

 


I used to know this person

She loved to climb trees

She would walk in the forest

And sing to the leaves


I once knew this girl

She just wanted to swim

A fish her mom called her

As she dived back in 


This girl I used to know

She just wanted to write

It's all she thought about

Especially at night


Last I seen this person

She was sitting in the grass

Legs crossed

Book in her grasp


She was lost in her story

Laying in those papers

Black and white pages

Wind in the Willows 


I used to know this girl

She ran in corn fields for fun

The snow had one meaning

The Swans will surely come.


Robin L.A. Shaw

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