Inner poet

A girl

By: Addison Callahan

Born in a sea of salt and sand,

On the shores of a faraway land,

Eyes of sapphire and hair of ebony,

Always wearing a glowing smile is she,

Skin of creamy porcelain,

The delicate lines of a heart make up her chin,

With cheeks of reddest rose,

 A graceful curve makes her nose,

Her hair flows in crashing waves,

Down to her waist it cascades,

A frame ever so strong and lean,

A more beautiful maiden has never been seen,

She is the model of a patient temperament,

Into anger she will never decent,

With a voice full of bells and glee,

A kinder person she could n0t be,

She knows the answer to every riddle,

But with politically matters she is dead in the middle,

Endless knowledge is stored in her head,

Every piece of literature she has read,

A way with words she has been graced,

Not one thought has she ever misplaced,

She is a thinker greatly ahead of her time,

Who only ever speaks in rhyme,

She was born in the salty spray of the sea,

And no place would she rather be,

She is a friend to all she meets,

She is always gracious when she competes,

In the end she can only be described like this….

A girl who assists, insists, and persists