You Are That Girl-Child Poem by james watkin

1/ first meeting

Had I, in catching her gaze
Not retrieved from out
That little girl's fixation
With beauty its sprout?
Its fresh-faced, daisy-woken
Of a dewy morn.
Amidst a herd and its dung.
Banewort; the weed-born.


2/ jumping up; in street's greeting

A vision of things
That never, on my
Younger days uprose.
Shrinking ways which chose.

Its all there. The sweets
Beguilement does send
Through jaunty lamb, goat;
Lost without its friend.