THE BALLAD OF LITTLE NELL
Hear my voice upon the wind
Crying, sighing without end
Mother, Father, find me please
Where I lie beneath the trees
I chased a rabbit while at play
And then somehow I lost my way
Panic filled my heart with fear
I called to you, you did not hear
The night got dark; I could not see
And snow swirled down and covered me
I shivered long, my tears then froze
Feeling left my hands and toes
I called once more, and then I slept
Along my body death then crept
And then I heard an angel sing
My soul arose beneath her wing
Out in the woods there lies a mound
Waiting there where I’ll be found
The snow will melt some sunny day
You’ll find the child that lost her way
Please take me home and bury me
Beneath our weeping willow tree
Plant some flowers near my head
To mark the spot where I lie dead
Mother, Father, find me, please
Where I lie beneath the trees
Still my voice upon the wind
So my saga sees an end
7/15/99 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck
