Flowers in Her Hair

This poem was written because of the creativity of a friend and my brain who only tends to think of things in poetry...because we both liked the result SO much we decided to take pictures to go with it. The first few pics are of the "creative" friend (Rachel) :) and the last ones are of another little friend of mine (Sophia.) [I took all of these...if you would like to see the ones Rachel took you can go to the link for "Rachel Greene's Photgraphy Blog"] With the mixture of the beauty of my friends, the countryside, and the flowers....these pictures reall grasped the feel of the poem. YAY! Hope you enjoy. :D

Flowers in Her Hair
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O fairest maiden, how beautiful thou art!
As you stand on yonder hill beyond
Your hands clasped o're your gentle heart
Of you I am so dearly fond
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The wind sends ripples through your dress
The sun sends sparkles to your eyes
As you sit gracefully to rest
You find a quaint and sweet surprise
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Flowers of the brightest hue
You gather quick in lap and hand
In your shining hair you string them thru
And thus satisfied you start to stand
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How pretty does Sun find your face!
He shines his brightest rays on you
So all the world may see your grace
And your beauty -- innocent and true
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You bow before the world below
So in your beauty we may share
Even purer does it show
With the flowers in your hair

By: Allix Brunson
March 27, 2009~
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