The red haired girl was different.
She was a forest dweller In a land encircled by water;
‘Different,’ might be a kind word.
Perhaps her genes had been wired wrong?
When the men had gone to sea
Women would stand by land’s end and pray;
That their men would return safe
From the turbulent waters.
She would be found In the apple orchard;
Testing the russet hue and
Wild clover of the honey comb.
The village was scandalized the day
She joined an ocean bound vessel.
None had noticed the withering branches;
The dark haired man
Who piped forgotten tunes and kissed passionately.
He loved the open sea.
One day when the sky was blue With a trail of dreams in its wake;
Silent in her determination
To find the man who could offer the world ;
She left the shore.