As I walked out one morning
I saw 'Melmillo' Street,
Where all the lonely children
came dancing by my feet.
The pavement was of Silver,
the sky a rosy red,
The Willow tree called out to me,
"We miss you so", she said.
A pale, pale child came skipping,
then left off from her play,
to run and ask me why it was
I'd stayed so long away.
My mind was filled with wonder
as to why they all should pine;
But the Spell will last forever,
for the skipping-rope was mine!
by
Shirley Frances Winskill 2001
