Our poet-in-residence, Alessandra, has created
yet another amazing poem that warrants sharing. Wow!
By, Alessandra Marrè
The doe softly pad out into the moonlight
Shy, her hooves barely kiss the ground,
The leaves brush against her face.
She stops, then slowly on wobbly legs continues her journey.
Around her the trees glimmer
and shake, dancing, laughing, teasing
But she doesn’t listen, she is stong.
She keeps advancing, ignoring all
The taunts and cruel words,
She takes a step, and is grateful.