My heart sings a tune of happiness amidst all things great
As it heralds the dawn of a new day that draws nigh
The roses of summer grow upon the fence’s main gate
Whilst the birds sing their lovely tunes with a sweet cry.
I love the breath of the flower’s fragrance so strong,
The smell of freshly mowed grass lingering in the air,
As in green pastures I roam and lie therein among
The flowering bushes and precious animals so fair.
I’ll whistle a song of love, joy, and purest delight
As I weave along my merry way and explore
With no one and nothing to stop or bar my sight
Until my eyes feast on my Molly, whom I adore.
‘Tis no wonder the delight of summer days well spent
Are dearest of friends with love, knowing no discontent.
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Cindy Calder
From Charleston SC - "I am still learning." Michelangelo
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