Ellen Fair, The Village Queen</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=6.htm>Ellen Fair</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>The Village Queen</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>When Grandma danced the two-step<br>She was just fifteen<br>She was the envy of the ball<br>She was the village queen!<br>When Grandma danced the wedding waltz<br>She was twenty-two<br>She wore a pure white wedding veil<br>As she said I do.<br>When Grandma danced within her heart<br>To celebrate a birth<br>She held her newborn close to her<br>And blessed her God of earth<br>When Grandma danced to fifty years<br>The anniversary waltz<br>She counted all her blessings<br>And never looked at faults<br>When Grandma slowly walked the hill<br>And laid Grandpa to rest<br>Her heart was sad, yet as she wept<br>She knew she'd done her best<br>**********<br>Now Grandma dances to Rocky Top<br>The like we've never seen!<br>For though she's just turned eighty-nine<br>She's STILL the village queen!</b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk3.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk3.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>