<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528035" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Parson's Daughter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She always seemed <br>to be dressed in grey </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the parson’s daughter <br>and had little to say </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but there she’d be <br>on the school bus </div><div style="margin:10px 0">each day <br>a few seats in front </div><div style="margin:10px 0">looking out <br>of the window </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you’d gaze at her <br>and wonder what thoughts </div><div style="margin:10px 0">occupied her mind <br>and what feelings </div><div style="margin:10px 0">ran along her nerves <br>and that time she fainted </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and people muttered things <br>and you caught words </div><div style="margin:10px 0">like must be that <br>time of month </div><div style="margin:10px 0">or she gets that way <br>when it comes around </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you’d think <br>of moon shapes </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the moon’s pull <br>and maybe her father’s </div><div style="margin:10px 0">long drawn out sermons <br>were too much for her </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the time <br>she looked back at you </div><div style="margin:10px 0">on the bus <br>and you noticed there </div><div style="margin:10px 0">a multitude of different <br>worlds and feelings </div><div style="margin:10px 0">swirling around <br>and maybe one of them </div><div style="margin:10px 0">was for you <br>and the way </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you too <br>sat quiet </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and said little <br>not one </div><div style="margin:10px 0">for the small talk <br>or nit-picking chat </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and having a bit more <br>of young love </div><div style="margin:10px 0">which others <br>might lack </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you smiled at her<br>but she didn’t smile back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528035" data-title="The Parson's Daughter de Terry Collett" data-description="She always seemed to be dressed in grey the parson’s daughter and had little to say but there she’d be on the school bus each day a few seats in front looking out of the window and you’d gaze at her and wonder what thoughts ..."></div> </div> </div>

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