The Little Adventuress A Poem by C. E. Wendland
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The Little Adventuress I was on the tube the other day; a father came in with his girls. Two little girls, with long red hair that tumbled in wild curls. They had bright, adventurous eyes, these girls, they looked up in delight at the pole you must hold on to when there are no seats in sight. "Dad, can you lift me up?" asked the elder of the two. "Alright," said Dad, and up she went for the grandest carriage view. She smiled the brightest sunbeam as she climbed to the very top. And when Dad had to put her down, the little adventuress didn't stop. When one day she's climbing mountains, I know her dad will miss the day that he could lift her up and hold her way above the carriage sway. For now she swings around her pole, bumping into her copy-cat sister. And her smiling father does not think of just how much he loves her.
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