'In The Land Of Ethiopia' Poem by Linda Winchell

In the Great Land of Ethiopia,
Lived a small girl named Tsion.
She was very wise and beautiful
with coal dark hair, to waist long.

She was noticed by the Prince one day
he fell in love with her from first sight.
He was too shy and afraid to talk to her
but had dreams of her beauty, in the night.

One day this little lady
while down at the rivers edge.
Heard noises off in the distance
behind a tree by the bushes hedge.

As she turned to glance out
to see what the sound could be
It was the handsome Prince Nagara
crouching down on hands and knees.

'What is it that you are doing? '
Called the little Tsion as she stood.
The Prince replied, 'Oh nothing really
just gathering some dry fire wood.'

My name is Tsion, and what is yours little man?
'Well I can't believe you don't know me girl!
'For I'm the ruler of this Ethiopia land! '

Tsion bent herself over, to honor the Prince as she should
But noticed that the Prince had been fibbing, and wasn't gather up any wood.
For in his right hand were flowers
and in the left a bunch more.
He was waiting for his opportunity
to express his admiration and more.

'What is it you have there in your hands? '
Ask the sweet little Tsion, with sweet repose.
Well I know I am the Prince and all
and should have maybe given you
the finest of a rose?

'Oh no', said sweet Tsion!
I love these more then that!
It's the little things you see
that mean the most
they show me where a persons heart is really at!

***Written for; My Friend, Miss Tsion