with grief and sorrow she did sit to spin
when her Love passed by and did not come in
they lay once in a meadow sweet to rest
while there a woodlark guarded her grass nest
oh, now remorse is at her true heart’s core
for those dear pleasured days will come no more
in her wee garden one red rose unfolds
with bachelor buttons and with marigolds
her wish to bring him back a little while
the song, the dance, the dawn, the sigh, the smile
a heavy cloud on her brow she does feel
her tangled thoughts turn with the spinning wheel
Category 3 (3rd Place)
