Charmed
She wandered in a field of gorse
As yellow as the sun above.
T’was where she lost her tiny horse.
Her aunt had given it in love,
A simple charm made of pure gold.
She searched and searched for hours there
And given up in near despair.
She hoped her auntie wouldn’t scold.
Collected gorse on her way home
And put it in a china vase.
Then took it to her auntie’s place
And quoted an I’m-sorry poem.
Her auntie’s smile was warm as sand.
She placed the horse in niece’s hand
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