Lord and Lady

The maiden she wades among the flowers
as a swaying wind does the trees
with the watering pale in her fingers
and the joy to work in her eyes.

The sunlight sharply stares
down upon the manor square
and tosses glittering diamonds
among the maiden's hair.

The Lord's son he softly beckons
to watch the bright of day
and sweep eyes across the maiden
who catches this fellow's gaze.

Polished boots across the veranda
and bare feet turning at sound;
a darker complexion in the shadows.
As the watering pale dips down,

flowers turn their weary heads
to the cool veranda
just as the maiden wishes to be
a shaded Lord's daughter.