Some Poems

[faerie_child]

Could I have some critique on this? I just wrote it and I'd like some comments.

There’s a lady by the lake,
With flowing blonde hair,
Who simply walks in the sun,
No one knows why she’s there.

She wears a white dress,
And holds a yellow rose,
Just a single, lonely flower,
What on earth do you suppose?

She never looks happy,
But she never looks forlorn,
And it looks as if she’s been there,
Since the day that she was born.

You can see right through her,
(If you care to get close),
The specter walks silently,
Carrying her yellow rose.

Neither spirit nor flesh,
She’s not a ghost, nor a hag,
For she doesn’t scream,
Nor for her beauty does she brag.

It seems a pointless venture,
To ask her why she came,
For every time we ask her,
The answer is the same.

She very sweetly smiles,
And takes up her walking once more,
I don’t understand her constant circling,
Or what’s she walking for.

She takes no food or water,
And never changes clothes,
She just continues on walking,
Carrying her yellow rose.

Winter storms return again,
Summers come and pass,
But once the skies have cleared,
There remains the lovely lass.

I bet she’ll just keep walking,
Through Armageddon and judgement day,
At the end of the world, there she’ll be,
And there she’ll stay.