Caroline Is Six Poem by James McLain

Wisps of hair,
full dimpled smile,
held within it's hands.
Caroline....Caroline...
Sun filled days,
led the way
down paths sand,
to waters edge.
Small feet pattern,
washed,
in miles so soft,
it watched the river smile.
Caroline...oh..Caroline..
Where are those feet today?
Do they walk in cotton soft,
the clouds, with you in play?
Do you peek out in the stars,
white in glow with your friend,
bright moon?
Your head pillowed,
from each stormy day,
flows the rain to wash,
your dreams as snow,
it cool the deserts psalms.
Caroline..so..Caroline..be..Caroline