Purple Zinnia

Summer isn't summer 'till the zinnias come to townSet to dance in sun and wind where butterflies abound.Summer turns fiesta, a most colorful revue.Zinnias turn our hearts to autumn as nothing else can do.

Oil Lamp

We came through OklahomaOn vacation. I was a child. We ate at the Ruby Dee in Tecumseh.We visited Mama's relatives. Uncle Stony, Aunt BlancheIn a house with no electricity near Grand LakeWe ate supper by oil lamp lightI have loved oil lamps since.

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