I stood among the trees with cousin Adrienne
I was sixteen and full of nervous excitement
About the year to come, Senior year
Adrienne and I walked the path the colonists walked
And then I saw two of what Keats would call "a joy forever"
So beautiful, the spotted fawn and doe
So beautiful, I cried because I knew
That I would never again be little
The years have passed and the fawn and doe
Are etched into my memory as happy thoughts
They remind me that I survived growing up
Into womanhood, full of dreams and ambition
With beautiful memories that break any fall
(c)Anne Catherine Braxton 2010
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