Early Works - Wendy

Across a field of aqua green there is a beautiful girl to be seen her hair long flowing and dark, her voice soft and sweet like the song of a lark. Her name whispering like the winds of change, nothing about her would I rearrange. Her eyes twinkle like a mornings silvery dew are soft and warm when they look at you. Her skin like satin to the touch is filled with warmth, tenderness and such. A heart a little timid, but kind which hold the love of someone fine. Although it may seem no one could exist with such beauty described as this, I tend to disagree, for I the writer have found someone her name, Wendy. Date unknown (Probably in the 1960’s)