Gabrielle Was Her Name
by Heruda
© 2000 by Heruda
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Sitting by the lake one glorious morning day
I contemplated my journey ahead
All at once, behind me somewhere,
I heard a melodious voice singing in the wind
Turning around to see who it might be
I saw a young girl with sun-golden hair
And a staff in her hand
As she approached the lake
She noticed I was there
With a radiant smile on her face
She came closer to the lake
We said our hello's and her name was Gabrielle
She was on her way to Ahens
To meet her good friend
Neither one of us in a hurry
She told me some stories
Both funny and sad
And I was awed by the knowledge she had
Before we knew it
The morn had slipped by
We said our goodbyes and started our separate ways
But more stories I wanted to hear
So to Athens I followed the bard
Gabrielle was her name