I saw her sitting there

I SAW HER SITTING THERE

Sam Pembroke



I was walking along Vernon Street in downtown Brattleboro

I saw a young lady, her gaze most thorough

She batted her eyes

I looked to the skies and said

What is your name? Is it Sara or something plain?

No! She said

I scratched my head and searched for the truth

Then she said her name was Ruth

Oh! I said

What’s your name? Is IT plain?

No I lied

Then what is it?

She said as she continued to sit

Peter

Oh, are you a pumpkin eater she laughed?

No, I sounded daft.

Would you like to walk?

Yes, I could use the talk

Good she said

The others, they’re better off dead

I saw her sitting there

The wind didn’t blow her hair

Because indeed she was a maiden most fair