| Her Name Was Saucy Miss Merry Fair12/20/2010
Copy Write 2010 Gordon Kuhn
Her name was Saucy Miss Merry Fair
and she rose up proudly from the sea and said she lived there
she told me she was from down Kensington Way
and thought this a new place she might could stay
I told her she needed to brush the sea weed from her hair
though it was very well placed from what I could see
but else others, not me of course, might rudely stare
and would not believe she actually belonged there
among we who common folk were said to be
and she advised she could drop the weed back in the sea
and it would change to children born so long by she
“A good place to plant my feet, though webbed they are you see.”
“Time to move on,” she said, “how about a warm cup of tea?”
I advised of a place down the lane where neighbors went
at odd times of day to sit, sip and eat a bit, and sometimes vent
their feelings of government and prices of this and that and gaze out on the
sea
That suited her, she said, and took my hand and led
and we sat and drank a cup of tea, a with a cookie each was fed
while neighbors gawked at this beauty who had come up to meet me from
the sea
and who chose to sit and dine and laugh alone with me.
Six years ago the lass and I were wed
and then her children came up from the sea
to live with us and share our bread
for in love, by love, and with love they and she
came forth from the dark ocean waters to live and stay
and she and they were from the chilly waters set firmly, finally free. |
