She Circles The Border Of Green Poem by James McLain

Full in her hands,
Circling the border of green
Long, a tree limb.

Rows and rows of lillies
And roses,
Down by the stream where
They grow.

In the fields, leading
Down to the beach, by the sea
In the hot sun where
When where young we were there
To go to swim.

So she circles​ the border of green
Ferns the Hem of her dress, never worn.
And that bushes and trees all
Can see, up and down a constant push,
That one feels.