SHEENA MOSIER

SHEENA  MOSIER

SWEPT AWAY.

As I walked, in the street one day,

strong winds came and swept me

away. I ended up in some faraway

land, to everyone there, my entrance

was grand.

Everywhere I looked, there was

something to see, as I watched

the dancers, dancing away.  A

handsome young man, bent

before me.

No words, had to be said, it was

as if, we could read each other's

head.  Oh my gosh, does this mean

that I am dead?

Looking in his eyes, my breath he

did take away, reminding me of

that awful, fateful day.

As we walked through the crowd,

suddenly, I screamed out loud.

As the crowd, slowly parted away,

finally I knew that she was okay.

The handsome young man, placed

me on a bench, suddenly from me

a sob I did wrench.

In front of me, were beautiful

gardens, from the woman there,

I begged my pardon.  Looking at

me, with a backward glance, I

ran to her in a flash of a chance.

Suddenly I heard a some laughter,

and there he was, hanging from a

rafter.

There she is, my little corker, I was

so happy I felt a little dorkier.  Every

where I looked, there was someone

I knew, they looked at me and

said "We are always here for you."

SHEENA MOSIER.