From the Archives

Once again I found some writing from my high school creative writing course- It reminds me of summer.

A Woman Beautiful
A
Woman
Beautiful
Sat admiring
The beauty of the sun's rays
While on the grass below a man watched
The lovely lady smiling at the beauty
Of the wondrous sight in front of her,
And the man longed to whisk her
Away from the world
To love her
Through all
Time.
SRH, September 21, 1995