By: Carol Busam
 e stood in snow white splendor
Among the leaves of green,
Eyes of rich brown velvet,
The most beautiful ever seen.
A faint trace of a spiral
Around a silvery horn.
Was I dreaming or did I really see
A unicorn?
A creamy beard softly hung
From off his shapely chin.
An ivory flowing mane and tail
Blew gently in the wind.
He slowly raised his head, to gaze
With eyes of mystic wonder.
My mind was caught in the magic spell
His presence cast me under.
Then suddenly with a toss of his head
And a flash of pearly hooves,
I stood, spellbound, as he disappeared
Into the silent woods.
Legend says only young maidens
Can see his lovely form.
But I know I wasn't dreaming when I saw
The unicorn.
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