~The Story of Little Lee~
The river runs wild and carelessly.
The wind blew at it thoughtfully.
Over large rocks it went,
Never stopping or taking the hint.
It just went and went.
Some people look but never see,
The remains of the story of Little Lee.
He went out to sea to conquer all,
And Little Lee waited and wanted to see what he saw.
Her heart was with him and her voice was the wind.
She cared for nobody but him.
Days grew and years came,
But never did she forget his name.
Nor did she forget to wait by the river that should carry him home.
Never he came.
In May,
She found another.
She threw her heart shaped locket into the azure water,
But forever his name was sacred.
Years have passed,
Yet the gold still lasts.
The river still runs,
And you can still see,
The heart of Little Lee's.
Debra Gossett
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