Beyond the forest trees and streams
Lay dirt covered paths
Each leading to the village
The quaint place of Blath
No trouble came, no trouble went
Just the peaceful sound
Of laughter and friendly chats
Sweet birds carol ‘round.
In one small hut lived a child
At the age of four
No school did she attend to
Her kindred was poor
Daydreaming of herself a princess
Who wore fancy clothes
With hope, she believed she could
Shed her tattered robes
"You’ll never be in royalty"
Her mother would say
"You’ll grow to be a house wife
Cleaning every day."
No matter, the child still wondered
Hoping it be true
Suddenly grand news comes
With a message for two
He spoke of royalty and fame
They sought this one girl
The child was astonished
Dancing such a twirl
Away in a horse drawn carriage
To the kingdom, fair
Riding through the grand centre
The townspeople stare
Such a place transformed this child
A princess in pink
All her mother could do now
Was simply wink
Assignment: "pink" poem