Odd little, thin little brown little girl With straight, sun burned hair, and never a curl Patient little helper from a home near-by Round shoulders hunched, lean form awry. Her drab faded dress, cut down and remade, Still holds grown-up lines, looks old and staid; But in her long face, so brown and thin, There comes sometimes a light from down within, As her pale blue eyes look up into mine With an eager, hungry quest, and white teeth shine In a faint smile -- poor old young thing, Must she go through life forever questioning? Will she ever know beauty, this funny little girl, Ever wear pretty dresses, have a wave and a curl? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REGARDING CHAINSAWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE WAY OF THE CONVENTICLE OF THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH |