In those far reaching forest knolls,
Yellow daffodils reach out to show,
Their petals of colored buttered cream,
Of woodland loveliness for all have seen,
We’ll travel these proverbial trails,
Adventured forth; rains of sweet scent inhaled,
This time at Lockhart Creek trail I’ll feel the need,
For something different from this canvased lead,
All those flowers, those pretty flowers familiar,
Last year but not to this very hour similar,
On this special Easter Sunday for they’ve appeared,
Forest in yellow flourish, pinks and whites to the rear,
What’s this adventure whom lay in these woods?,
Deep down such gems of this Sundays Easter would!
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
The Lily of the Valley 1982
Sweet vanilla scent the smells from way below,
Motion all to the place we know,
What blossoms turned upside down,
Which way and right side and all around,
Tiny precious lanterns burning my heart in space,
Round dainty, dainty orbs with six petals in place,
Look you lovely painters of the Arts,
Our gardens room begins to start,
Nature you’ve filled us full of those flowers,
These lilies of the valley upon this hour,
Way down below there many more white flowers,
With luscious green bodies that protect with power,
Sway with the motions only their perfume can release,
This the painting my garden gave us with such peace.
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