Terry D. Sutherland
She came to us in the springtime amidst the new life in bloom.
She blended with the fragrance of sweet spring and nature’s own perfume.
She was young and beautiful; auburn hair and eyes the color of prairie sage.
Some thought her to be twenty but she was fifteen years of age.
She stayed with us through the lazy summer; with a smile brighter than the sun.
She grew more beautiful as if nourished by our fun.
The summer days grew shorter but her beauty kept them warm.
Then one day she left us; at the onset of a winter storm.
We never ever knew her name; we just called her ‘pretty girl’.
We were just two boys of twelve; in puppy love with ‘pretty girl’ in auburn curls.
©Copyright October 23, 2008 by Terry D. Sutherland