I SAW HER SITTING THERE
Sam Pembroke
I was walking along Vernon Street in downtown Brattleboro
I saw a young lady, her gaze most thorough
She batted her eyes
I looked to the skies and said
What is your name? Is it Sara or something plain?
No! She said
I scratched my head and searched for the truth
Then she said her name was Ruth
Oh! I said
What's your name? Is IT plain?
No I lied
Then what is it?
She said as she continued to sit
Peter
Oh, are you a pumpkin eater she laughed?
No, I sounded daft.
Would you like to walk?
Yes, I could use the talk
Good she said
The others, they're better off dead
I saw her sitting there
The wind didn't blow her hair
Because indeed she was a maiden most fair