Sally, is, as a distant mountain peak, That, though you seldom see, is, always, there. Whose wavy hair of Autumn auburn Frames the sweetest face that, one, might, ever see. Whose eyes glisten, as the stars, at Early Twilight, With playful joy, as mermaids, near the shore, at Night And, hides a charming brain with… Continue reading Poem For My Favorite Cousin, Sally