The Fashion Designer
I know a girl who walks to school each day;
She likes to look for treasure on the way,
But gold and jewels are not the things she seeks,
And things like that she hasn’t found in weeks.
She’s looking for a different kind of thing,
Even though she’d not turn down a ring,
Or diamond necklace if she saw one there,
Or something else of value she could wear!
But as she walks along she keeps an eye,
For signs that animals have been close by;
She looks for special feathers, and for fur
That don’t mean much to us, but do to her.
Like pebbles, sticks and stones and bits of wool,
Seashells, and autumn leaves and things you pull
From out of crevices and hidden cracks,
And poking round abandoned sheds and shacks.
She helps herself to fabrics from the chest,
Her mother said she can have all the rest;
She's seen how clever she has been so far,
And thinks her daughter is a rising star.
She dreams one day when she has left the nest,
And finished college she could be the best;
A great career in fashion could be hers,
A life of glamour, champagne, shows and furs!
She’s clever with a needle and a thread,
And after school when you are off to bed,
She sits up sewing late into the night,
Creating lovely things for sheer delight.
So when you see her come to school with you,
She may be wearing uniform of blue,
But see her on a weekend in the town,
You’d think she was a Princess of the Crown.
While every little detail of her dress,
Has been designed and fashioned to impress;
Close up you realize that it’s been done,
From things that could be found by anyone!
© Stephen Saunders
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