Gabrielle Was Her Name

By: Carmen

Sitting by the lake one glorious morning day

I contemplated my journey ahead.

All at once, behind me somewhere,

I heard a melodious voice singing in the wind

Turning around to see who it might be,

I saw a young woman with sun-golden hair

And a staff in her hand.

As she approached the lake,

She noticed I was there.

With a radiant smile on her face

She came closer to the lake.

We said our hello's and her name was Gabrielle

She was on her way to Athens

To meet her good friend.

Neither one of us in a hurry

She told me some stories, both funny and sad,

And I was awed by the knowledge she had.

Before we both knew it,

The morn had slipped by.

We said our good-byes and started our separate ways.

But more stories I wanted to hear

So to Athens I followed the bard

Gabrielle was her name.