The Violet
Down in a green and shady bed, A modest violet grew; Its stalk was bent, it hung its headAs if to hide from view. And yet it was a lovely flower, Its colour bright and fair; It might have graced a rosy bower, Instead of hiding there.
6 eggs yesterday. it is a cool 33 degrees at 7:30.
1 comment:
Hello, Patsy. I'm Pat, another Arkansan (not born here, but been here in central Arkansas since 1950). I followed a link on 4th Sister's site to get here.
I like your violet photo and the poem.
Will be back again to read through your previous blog posts. Come visit my blog if you have time, some day.
Oh. I've used "nary" all my life, even before I moved to Arkansas.
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