A short poem inspired by the picture for once
On the bank by the river all day long she waits
For a sight of the one who she calls her love.
He said he would come to take her away
As sure as the moon and the stars shine above.
She waits while the sheep wander over the lee
Hears only the larks and the bees’ busy hum
For the far bank is empty except for the trees
And the song of the wind that says he will not come.