A Summer Stroll

Far away on distant hills
Amidst the birdsongs' sweetest trills
The blue field madder stands with pride
The ox-eyed daisy pales beside

Along the river in the shade
We wander through the verdant glade
The yellow wagtail shakes his breast
Then hurries to his secret nest

Sweet meadows with the scent of hay
As we digress upon our way
By mossy paths where rabbits run
To hide against the noonday sun



Brenda S. Warhurst



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