As long as there are
Laundry-line lullabies
Ever-green framed skies
Freshly-baked pies
And barefoot brothers
As long as
Soft pink remains
For girlies and geraniums
And the kettle softly hums
A tea-song for mothers
As long as sun-flowers beam
Where gardeners dream
Beneath mellow-gold gleam
Of August warm glee
Then this world, in spite of gloom
And its projected doom
Is not half as woebegone
As it could be
© Janet Martin
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