[ FS ] Water Sprite

  
   
While Daddy tills the back-forty      
she slips her overalls off      
dances around the farm      
nimble and sporty      
Petite, somewhat skinny      
Dips herself in a water trough      
     
Left alone, minding the store      
this be-speckled, freckled nymph      
behaves quite daring and naughty;        
baring it all on the lawn      
darting through a sprinkler      
cartwheeling in the sunshine      
     
She taught me      
this simple life of hers      
we could all be living      
Is the nearest thing to Divine      
     
Fair skinned milk-house maiden she is      
well aware that every Thursday      
promptly at ten-thirty five      
I deliver eight bushels sacks of feed      
My Dixieland faerie, well .....      
     
She just ups and disappears when I arrive      
       
I consider myself very fortunate      
whenever I catch a fleeting      
peak of her derriere      
       
When my truck overheated last week      
that's when I caught that rural pixie by      
surprise, completely in the buff      
     
witnessing more than enough  
my fair share      
       
Hiking a mile up the road with empty jug      
my misfortune truly a blessing;      
that unicorn was meandering in the stables      
   
So vibrant in spirit      
 
shimmering, sleek      
   
while in the act of lazily undressing    
     
A demi-goddess from old world fables        
     
I took note of every auburn fleck      
and mole down to her muff  
tufted with red curls sprouting from      
goosebumps adorning the virgin  
valley bordering this girl's thighs   
     
Stepping nearer in an error of judgement      
a twig snapped under my shoe      
     
Ooops!      
     
Alarm went off in her eyes      
     
Turned into rigid stone I was      
In the presence of her essence;      
exotic creature from ancient mythology      
     
Curiosity little excuse for trespass    
   
Regardless    
she took the jug from my hand      
as I fumbled for an adequate apology      
     
Flaunting her ass high up in the air    
she dipped the jug the trough, saying    
     
Monday, I go back to university      
     
Blatantly arching her breasts outward      
she handed the water back to me, adding    
But I'll be home on weekends        
     
I was a mariner be-spelled by siren song      
   
It took my brain a long while to sort this out      
     
Accepting the parting gift from my lovely water sprite      
I then limped my ailing truck back to town      
and begged for a rescheduling of my delivery route