Atop the green of leaves Flowers sit like beauty queensOn the open tops of convertiblesThough the air is cold,Though the parade-goers rowdy,They smile.They wave, never ruffledIn their sparkly sequined dresses.
Violets
Bread
Bread - the food of the worldEvery nation,Every tribe has a breadBreadSwedish loaves dark with ryeAmerican white loaves of sourdough,Tortillas in Mexico made of corn.Bread - the staple of every climeEvery country;Every village has a bread.BreadFrench baquette, English scone,Middle east pita and Jewish challah,India's chapati and Irish Soda.Bread - A food of life,Ever eatenWhere people find comfortBreadAt humble... Continue Reading →
Autumn in the Air
Between the rails of the garden fenceLeaves have lodged to peaceful sleepThe winter through, quiet, waiting,For spring rain and warm sunTo replace them on the branches overhead And grant them leave toReturn to the soil.
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