The small town scrutinized
The pretty lady on the hill
She came from out of nowhere
Folks couldn’t get their fill
Wearing dark rimmed sunglasses
She’d rarely come to town
Speaking very infrequently
In her soft and gentle sound
Her family was a mystery
As this lady seemed to be
No one had a clue to her
Past - it seemed to flee
And so the town was a’buzz
Whispering about her still
Hoping to get a glimpse of
The lady on the hill!
Soft and dreamlike do not all women contain some mystery I hope so 10 Chris x
Marilyn - Like the Lady of Shalott, a melancholy poem to a mysterious lady!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ahh the mysterious lady on the hill, Marilyn i think she is Jill? *10*! ! A lovely write, thanks for sharing! ! ! Best Wishes , Fried Thad