The Poetry of Gerry Anne Lenhart . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

43: The Yellow Daffodils

The yellow daffodils
Hung around till June
The wildflowers
Take my breath away the summer long
The roses bloomed
Their very Sunday best
The earth smiles in flowers
As the poet wrote
This has been a year like no other
I know, I know,
I say that every year!

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