Queen Anne's Lace
Queen Anne’s Lace
line the road
On which I walk……
Tiger Lilies and Batchelor Buttons too….
Purple clover surrounds a single Pine
And all at once I begin to think of you.
Small cottage type houses
Dot the road way…
But no diamonds on the blue
Of the deep sea.
Instead, there are miles
Of corn and soy beans
As far as my eye can see.
The heaviness of hot
And humid weather
Has lifted with a very
Fine cool breeze,
And as I listen to the
Call of the cicadas
Once again my mind
Has found a place of ease.
2008 tlh (c)
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