Oh, happy day, the flower splay their colors glad and bold
To satisfy the drifter's eye with purple, blue and gold
The Artist spills to ditch and hills those gardens undefiled
As fair and free their filigree embellishes the wild
Oh happy day, we turn to stray from Duty’s beaten path
Bumblebees drone in monotone; zephyr tickles the grass
Somewhere a robin trills and spills its praises heartily
The sun is bright; the clouds are white on heaven’s azure
sea
Oh, happy day, where willows sway and we lie there beneath
Its filigree of poetry and yellow-gilded leaf
Oh happy day, we pause to pray to He who holds in place
The gold, the gray, the come-what-may, kind signatures of
grace
© Janet Martin
I thought I should finish this poem before I turn in…mostly
I write them all at once but this one was up most of the day; I would add a line
on my way through the kitchen before returning out-doors. It was a happy
day!
This is lovely.
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