The Playful Girl

A Pinckney sitting amidst downs,                      playing puerilely with hares nut browns,.      Flumping on the thick grasses,                                  her feet verily touching the sod,Droves of Hares here and there                                                          stand on their rangy paws to see the sweet tod

Springing out of the grasses                          winningly muttering few lines,                         Toddling around the meadow,                          chatting with the vines,                                      blowing on the dragonflies, enjoying soliloquy of the times

She sings along the birds which eddy around picking her hairs ,With bees and wasps listening to her song the squirrels blithely going merry-go-round.