Camelot

Camelot

Monday, May 23, 2011

She Rows

I see in front of me I do not know
From where she came to where she'll go
She looks behind at what she tows
Bravely forward she rows and rows
The length is long the going slow
She holds tears that overflow
Memories flood of her last beau
Looks up to witness the first fall of snow
Sparkling crystals like a picture show
She smiles a smile of woe
Bravely forward she'll forever row.