A Little Girl with Little Feet
A little girl with little feet
Walked her little perfect land
She felt the wind in her hair, the smell of the sea
And underneath her feet some fine fine sand.
In her head her life was complete
And yearned only to keep moving
One step here and next one there –
She knew the path as learning and growing.
She steered the ship of her little life
And weaved little dreams that would forever last
Until of course when they became real
And then she would find another sail for her mast.
It was a bright sunny day
When her ship sighted another
On the vast seas that she thought she owned –
Here was a harmless intruder.
They opened a rum
It was a moment of celebration
To find solace
On this endless ocean.
They danced, they cheered
They laughed at life
But wondered secretly how they would look
As man and wife.
The words were sudden
So they quickly were made to vanish
And they continued to dance into the night
Until they went to bed famished.
Our friend the intruder deserves an introduction
He was an adventurer from beyond the horizon
He knew a million of the sea’s secrets
And had discovered a thousand.
A boy of might
And courage and heart
He had braved some storms
And played a proud part.
One fine morning
The girl and the boy said their goodbye’s
They went to their docks
And looked yet again at the skies.
They knew they had dreams
And hopes to be fulfilled
So they set again on their paths
And began navigating with skill.
For months the girl sailed
And crossed many-a-lands
She had her own adventures
With the helm held firm under her hand.
She often thought of the adventurer
But she laughed it off
There were her perfect little dreams
And she would set afloat with another job.
One morning at the bay
When the waters were calm
She recognized a bottle and a hat
Just by the palm.
She felt her missing pulse
And so did the face under the hat
Which she now recognized as her own
She went to join the boy where he sat.
He laughed
She giggled
He bowed
She clapped
He spoke
She blushed
He got the boat
She got the map.
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