THE STRANGE LITTLE GIRL


Driving my rig down a rugged mountain pass,
I saw a little girl just standing in my path,

I swerved to a stop and nearly lost my load,
Then I realized the truth -- there wasn't any road,

I wanted just to hug her and shield her from the cold,
But I found no traces of her, only icy winds so bold,

This kindly, youthful figure was never seen again,
Only soft unbroken snow where that little girl had been.

by D. Edgar Murray