When I started this blog, I had in mind to post much more poetry. Not sure why I keep forgetting to include it, but I will try to do better in the future. :-)
Poetry Friday was started by Chicken Spaghetti and you can read about it in this post. (Make that Big A Little a! Thanks for the correction Susan!) Now, I have no clue who is doing the round-up this week, as lately it seems I am consistently 'a day late and a dollar short' on everything. I am posting another poem from the collection of my great-great grandmother, Marie Louise Smith Edgar. In the photo below, Marie Louise is the one in the wheelbarrow. We are not sure who it is that is pushing, but I like to wonder if it could possibly be the grown up "sunbrowned maid" from the poem.
My Sunbrowned Maid
A wee sunbrowned maid in the live oak tree
Climbing and swinging so wild, so free
Never a ribbon or lace wears she
And never for ribbon or lace cares she
Untrammeled her limbs are strong and free
And happy as bird all day is she
This sunbrowned maid I see.
There's a sunbrowned maid saying lessons to me
Her mind as her limbs is strong and free
Her mind climbs lessons as limbs climb trees
Never of ribbons or lace thinks she
Happy as bird 'oer its song is she
This sunbrowned maid I see.
