WHO’S READY FOR SOME MERMAID POETRY
Once upon a time young man came to my lake,
His hair golden as the aspen’s quake.
His eyes were the same blue as the water deep
And I knew this was a man I had to keep.
He stood by the shore and knelt,
“Why!?” Was all he could belt,
Face buried in his hands and pain on his mind,
I sought to show him something gentle and kind