She biked along a Norfolk lane
And softly sang her song
The birds they joined her in refrain
Now here she could belong
Her hair it flowed beneath her hat
Bright pink with floppy brim
The wistful skirt draped round so that
It slid from limb to limb
Just then she came upon a hill
One hand held face’s frame
She lifted up bare feet until
It bordered decent shame
And laughed and shrieked amid descent
Alive as life could be
And that is when she would present
Her character to me
So natural, so free with care
At one with mood and place
And still today I’m with her there
Such beauty in her face
chris dawson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-norfolk-lane/
