Thought

As she lay beneath the tree,
She laughed under her breadth,
Feeling strangely about that,
How she remembered.
Closing her eyes,
Listening Closely and letting,
His words touch her soul.
As it is his words she remembered.
Most of all with the accent,
That was soft and fluent.
Almost musical in quality.
But he was tall and strong,
With light brown hair,
And handsome,
In his own way...
©sheebarh