and the smile of a homecoming queen.
She has hair you could base a religion on,
if that religion were nature and beauty-based
and not like those currently trending.
She is loved by both men and women.
Dogs jump in her lap and she lets them.
Okay, here is the sad part:
No, wait, see if you can guess.
Her taste in clothes is legendary.
Long skirts, flowing tops,
half hippie and half Van Gogh.
If you're lucky, like bars and 7's lucky,
she'll be waiting for you in the four poster,
covered to the waist in foamy white linen.
Men want her.
Women want to be her.
The camera adores her.
So why does she sit in the white wicker on the side porch,
wearing a wide-brimmed hat
and a gorgeous floral skirt that comes to her bare feet,
envious of the neighbor's heedless ten-year-old
stretching herself out from the tire swing
without a thought?
for Karin's "Last Legs" challenge at Real Toads. I have no idea if Emmylou Harris has nice legs or not, but I have noticed that she doesn't show them.