Sandy Abrahams, Barbara's Compass</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=32.htm>Sandy Abrahams</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Barbara's Compass</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>The swallows watch & wait<br>in their curious friendly way,<br>while pansies pause and giggle<br>and halt their silly play.<br>God's shy and tiny fellows<br>that are rarely ever seen,<br>now scamper down their course<br>in search of plumper dreams,<br>While deer peek from thickets<br>of secret dark and brown,<br>And sigh to see the spirit<br>that knows no fault or frown.<br>An open, tender blossom,<br>a heart that hears each cry,<br>A friend to help the fallen;<br>She never questions why.<br>And so pass her hours,<br>sustaining many delight,<br>Her days of dreams and flowers,<br>and spreading sails at night. </b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk2.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk2.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>