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!
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