Sitting under some Mdoni trees awaiting lunch when, <br />Out of the corner of my eye <br />I saw two elderly Ladies approach <br />Who glanced around……paused, and sat nearby….. <br /> <br />They were no longer lithe, straight or supple <br />And, sitting, fearing a fall perhaps, was careful <br />But, being true Ladies…..artful and sublime <br />sitting was feminine, sure and graceful <br /> <br />As they talked their eyes grew bright! <br />At times they would giggle…. Like young girls <br />In conspiratorial delight <br /> <br />They bore grace and elegance once associated with generations gone… <br />The more they smiled the more their youthful beauty shone <br />That youthful splendor became a glow! <br />and in their faces warmly grew <br />An echo back to their Halcyon days <br />In a world of refinement that flourished strong and true <br /> <br />Mick Lines <br />31st October 2009<br /><br />Mick Lines<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-elderly-ladies/
