It splays on walls
On meadow-halls
On ramparts, lofty-blue
It spills to hills
And silvered rills
To wooded avenue
It lies against
The forlorn fence
It steals the dreamer’s heart
With every hue
We ever knew
In Mother Nature’s art
© Janet Martin
...so, what kind of flowers do you think Janet should plant in here when she is done digging?' I asked the little guy I babysit.
'How 'bout dandelions!' he suggested
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