Random whatevers

poems I write when I'm bored in class:

The the field, a young girl runs
her blonde hair flutters all about
and her curls bounce and abound.
Pale blue flows her gown
grass stained from the blades.
Dirtied she may be,
But she's the happiest thing about.
Her eyes sparkle like emerald
her grace is like that of a dove.
atop her head, a crown of dandelions sit.
she picks wildflowers, chases bees,
she prances with the deer and fawn,
and hides with the turtle.
The dusk begins to set
it's time for her to go home.
But, she'll be back tomorrow
To dance in that field once more.