In Columns Red

In columns red and brown and green 
She dwelled among, although a child; 
Through winters soft, and waking spring, 
She grew a woman, oft reviled 

For just how easy her life was. 
The clothes, the shoes, the hair -- pretense: 
Our ignorance of what goes on 
In columns red, behind 

A fence

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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