She sauntered up one fall noon wearing her western boots,
Carrying a freshmen grin with hints of a rural rustic agrarian.
Then she offered her name like a girl without a care to lose,
Delighting in the prospect of procuring another new friend.
She stood emanating rays of delight, like a child savors candy,
learning my name even thought it was just a pleasantry.
I remember that moment like Pecos Bill had just ridden through
On his spotted steed, like I had just been blessed by a fairy and then,
Poof– I’m cast in the Little House on the Prairie season two.
The force of our meeting nearly moved my granite defense;
She hit me like a tsunami of innocence, and left me in her eddies;
Like a tornado of unbridled joy bubbling beneath my feet.
The winds of time softened her blow to a sweet melody– ageless,
But my stone seems too old and heavy to join her flight with the angles.