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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