The girl with the golden hair
Rode horses in her youth
They carried Joy and she
In equine bliss
Round the rocky rises
Until
Struck by the arrow of Eros,
She abandoned stirrups
For home keeping
The girl with the golden hair
Meticulously lives to rules
Even the most trivial ones
Sworn in the springtime of life
The paean of love
Melded
Rock and sand
Every which way to
Ramble as one beachhead around the globe
The girl with the golden hair
Matriarch of the family
Treasures moments of service
To others near and far
Puzzles over oblique words
Or pictures
To marvel in nature
Methodically organised as
Botanical wonders and tendered anew
The girl with the golden hair
PDQ senescent
Weaves knits crochets
Us together as one
The sewing mistress
Of unity
Is well capable of
Measuring the blessed
Ingredients of the evening light.
Inshore Cassandra 