Little Girl LostA Poem by The LarkFor a girl I knewSpeak in sotto voce for the little girl lost, Bowing heads in sorrow when you come to see the cost. Gather in ensemble to wait within the wings For principles rehearsing lines the painful memory brings.
Harken take pity for the little girl found, When midnight train would come to take her swiftly to the ground. Only speculation gives us reason for her death, Her tearful plans to meet that train head on before she left.
Softly weep and whisper now for little girl gone, Hand in hand ascend the stage in aria forlorn. As play reaches crescendo move to slowly close her eyes, Finally at peace now the little girl lies.
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1 Review Added on February 15, 2008 Last Updated on April 22, 2010 AuthorThe LarkMelbourne, AustraliaAboutI guess I'm something of an old-school poet. I always write with fixed meter and rhyme, and for the most part that's what I enjoying reading too. "I'd as soon write free verse as play tennis with th.. more..Writing
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