Wildwood Flower

WILDWOOD FLOWER She's all the beauty that's ever been seen; She's youth so young so young Sweet William's lavender in the green But she plays so strong so strong. Eyes robin-egg blue, so blue In face so dainty, fair; A smile so trusting true, so true Soft brown feathered hair. Arms down-soft and rosy-brown, Tiny thin bracelet of gold Perfect small hands fly up and down The music to mold to mold. She ought to be put in a tiny glass case For people to see and admire Just playing "Wildwood Flower" all day By hour by hour by hour. Will she lose that lovely glow As she grows old and plays That big guitar and sings and knows The days on days on days? God, hold her moment in our souls, As we disperse tonight; She'll not grow old; we'll hold and hold Her in the light, the light. —Martha J.N. Rankin 60 ...