Voice of an Angel

Sitting on the wooden steps

Looking out to view

Time to have a break

To rest for a minute or two

She was always on the go

Never giving herself time

To take in all the surrounded her

To take time to relax

Lanterns hung on the side

Of her wooded cabin

That had velvet curtains

Hung inside

Wheels that held it up

Were of such great design

Generations before her

Had lived this life line

With layers of skirt that covered her

And embroidered shawl that lay over her guitar

As the lines of her hand tipped its strings

Out she comes

She begins to sing

With a voice of distinction

Like something of times before

Words that no one else has ever heard

Sure it did not matter

She was the only one there

As the northern light filled the air

It was like she was in a land

Of somewhere else

Some where no one had a care

Her blonde hair strummed the guitar

As her porcelain skin

Shines within

Her emerald green eyes

Matched the skies

As green and blue

And red and yellow too

Filled her heart with words

A voice of an angel

She was never lost for words

As the magic of the might

Overtook her stealing heart

She had to go back

To be the cabin woman again

She remains the story teller

Of the local community

Her voice of an angel

Her exotic beauty