12/11/08_Poem by Betina Hershey Russo
Lost in thought,
She gazes through her green lashes
At the blue and purple skies.
The flower is from the fields
Where she always stops
On her way back from the watering hole.
You can see the calm power of her thoughts
Linked so perfectly from brain to mouth
And how they will radiate outwards
With pure wisdom.
She will be obeyed,
She with her blue lips
And her straight.
They will listen
When she says they must build her
A pyramid so glorious
That she will not be forgotten.
She doesn't know it yet.
Today she is a young maiden
With no known prospects
Gazing out at the blue sky,