September Poetry

FROM HEAD TO TOE

      Your hair is the color of gold

      Like the sun is a form of mold.

      Eyes are blue as the sky

      I genuinely wouldn't lie.

      Lips are fragrant as perfume

      That would feel beautiful I assume.

      Shoulders are so strong

      The muscles can't go wrong.

      Your legs have an organized form

      They could help you run from a storm.

      Last but not least your feet don't stink

      Toes are so pretty with a polish of pink.

      Rachel Seamans, Wilmot NH