One girls wishes

• Clementine Binks, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2005

The trees were dark in the cold, dawn light, the eerie silence strange
The house on the hill standing proud and tall beside the mountain range

A girl in dress of palest silk stepped out into the dawn
Her curls of gold swaying in the breeze like a tangled, silky lawn

Her rosy cheeks, her freckled skin, her youthful, rounded face
Even beauty could not hide longing and disgrace

Disgrace at being who she was. Disgrace at being her
Disgrace at being like no-one else: At least not like they were

They were useful, strong and brave; always lending hands
They were flawless, she was flawed: different in their lands

A silent tear as clear as ice fell slowly to the ground
Full of feeling from life’s injustice: emotions now unbound

The teardrop fell down to the ground in perfect, teardrop shape
Then split into a million drops so feelings could escape

The silence broke as a bluebird twittered, then flew down from its nest
To find food for his baby, and let hunger go to rest

The girl she wished that she was free to roam the skies all day
Just like the little bluebird that had swiftly flown away

She wished for never ending joy, a place where she was free
A place so far away that it’s not possible to see

A place where money was not needed, and food was never rare
A place where everybody went and joy was free as air

The girl in dress of palest silk, she wished she was not here
Where loneliness and disgrace were always very near

The girl she wished while standing there beside the mountains tall
She wished that she were free and wild, like a waterfall

Like a desert, hot and tempered, at the summers peak
Like a forest, lush and hostile, perfect every week

Like a star high in the sky, natural and bright
Like a hidden lake with hidden gems glinting all night

The girl in dress of palest silk, she sighed a heavy sigh.
Her wishes were a hopeless cause, and dreaming them would do nothing to make them come true.