How beautiful the flowers are
Across the meadowland
They look like they were planted there
By some invisible hand
As you ride along the highway
And the road along the way
Their colors are like rainbows
As in the wind they dance and sway
You can see some pretty flowers
People plant with bowed heads
But they’re not quite as beautiful
As God’s own flowerbed.
Mary Francis Kierepka
3/17/1932-9/28/2017
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