The Great White Head

The great white head is shy, for it only comes at night
It thrives in darkness and oversees all the world at sleep
Sometimes it smiles and a bright beam overtakes the shadows
Anyone who roams in the night shall face the beauty of the great white head
Some refer to the head as mother nature’s daughter, it’s eye to view the world
The head roused herself fully out of the sea and was tossing her silver bedclothes all around
I watched as she stared at me intently almost as if she was reading my mind
Sitting on the shore I told the head all about my troubles and they immediately washed away with the waves
Time flew by and the head quickly went back into her hiding place as the beautiful golden sunset took its place
At last I rested at ease with my soul and mind and I dreamt about the great white head

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This poem was for a school assignment and has some lines from a book called Lizzie Bright and the Buckminster Boy. Hope you enjoy!