By: D. Clare
Her voice like a meadowlarks song
A rain pond filled with sweet cherry blossoms
Smiling summer clouds hovering above the farm land skies...
Gumdrop flavored flowers summon her up to the sugary hills
Visions of a garden grow, rainbows and dew drenched cat-tails glow...
Sunburst splashes it's orange nectar fruit until midnight hootie owls swoon
Sing us all to sleep upon grassy moon-beam beds soon...
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Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 4:30 AM UTC
By: D. Clare
Her voice like a meadowlarks song
A rain pond filled with sweet cherry blossoms
Smiling summer clouds hovering above the farm land skies...
Gumdrop flavored flowers summon her up to the sugary hills
Visions of a garden grow, rainbows and dew drenched cat-tails glow...
Sunburst splashes it's orange nectar fruit until midnight hootie owls swoon
Sing us all to sleep upon grassy moon-beam beds soon...
(C) in perpetuity all rights reserved by the author
(P) FilmNoirWorks
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Picnic Basket Poetry manuscript
(C) David Wayne Clare
In perpetuity
