Many moons ago in a desert landscape,
a little girl, up from Earth, at me did gape.
She had long straight black hair (with one curl) .
I'd watch her ply** the bricks and sometimes twirl.
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No matter where I live the child in me brings the most fun for me. Thanks Bri for such playful response. Loved your poem.
** PLY intransitive verb [DEFINITION #2] 1 : to apply oneself steadily 2 : to go or travel regularly bri :)
This sounds so cute! But this 'Savita child' sometimes grows into a hard core philosopher or even a mystic! I am sure she enjoyed this poem!