
The winter wind whisked her along Fifth Avenue
to Central Park. She stood above the lake
skimmed with ice. Her brothers hurling rocks
had hoped to make a hole that wouldn't freeze again.
Intent upon their burden, they ignored
a little girl who stood meekly at their side.
"I can break the ice so it won't freeze again."
"Tommy-rot," they said and shut her out.
But she could prove she was as smart as they.
A she leapt from the bridge and her brothers learned
when Vera spoke, they'd better listen.