dverse poem –

who does she wait for
so gentle and pure
soon to be a woman
stepping graceful and sure

she watches the meadows turn green, amber, brown
holding a love she feels blessed to have found

she waits for a soldier
who passed over the sea
but left her with a promise
of life rich and carefree

she watches the meadows turn green, amber, brown
waiting on a love she can never set down

how long will she wait there
by the waters of blue
for her soldier so fine
that her heart has stayed true

she watches the meadows turn green, amber, brown
white hair in the wind as the sun settles down