Ode To Nancy Jo

Beautiful young lady, called Nancy Jo,

Runs along with her nipper for an hour or more, at a perfect flow.

Is drawn to bold colours, like maroon, and red,

So much so that she’s even taking it, to the hair on her head.

She’s calm and collected, mature minded and so caring,

Around her loved ones, you can see her these qualities, gently sharing.

An intelligent mind, that can retain volumes of info, at the last minute in time,

Doing phenomenally well, despite worrying herself to tears, oh what a crime!

A beautiful photogenic face, that makes men often look at her, and stare,

No doubt in return, her eyes flash at them a look of, ‘how very you dare!

To her siblings, examples of goodness and grace, does she always lend,

I am rather fortunate that we have met, and feel I can already, call her a friend.

Wakes to the singing of birdsong, at the breaking of a new day at dawn,

And is out on the road running, whilst there is still morning dew on the lawn.

Is schooling herself, so as to practice the honourable profession of nursing,

On this course she is tied, for a few years and of that there will be no reversing.

She leaves me often baffled asking, my dear what do you mean?

Not too shabby, of course my horse, and, the awesome, Peachy keen!

I could write about you for hours, days, weeks, time perhaps immortal,

With each poem I read you, I know one thing for sure; you’d always get a chortle.

So in our first week, of knowing one another could I ask that you promise me, this?

Come Hurricanes of rain, sleet, or snow, that you will now stay in touch with me, miss.