Annette Poem by Skylark Woodrow

She has the blood of a warrior flowing through her veins,
Fear knows not her name.
Her mind is steady,
Her heart is pure,
Her courage is true,
And she has a strength known to few.

The birds and beasts call out her name,
And draw her unto their own.
For a noble heart is rare found,
And is such cherished.
So hidden away from the untrue lay Annette, true of heart.

Many a time she had saved the day with her kind heart and gentle ways;
Yet she seems to fade away,
From our hearts,
From our minds.
Our knowledge of her grows dim,
And our memories weaken.
But not so with mine;
Her face and memory will stay with me,
For I love her, you see.

(2012.9.23)