Lee-Anne D. McGrath Poems

I see the weeping willow standing, swaying in the grove
It's branches sweeping, bending, as they kiss the ground below.
I see the slender poplar tree, it's leaves of silver hew
The maple and the shapely spruce are full of morning dew.
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The flowers in my garden have poked their pretty heads
Up through the soil and stand majestic in their little flower beds
The colors are so exquisite and their sweet fragrance is divine
I see yellows pinks and lavender all standing in a line.
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The shimmering, billowing, cloudlets
Float across a midnight sky,
And shining down to earth below
Sparkling starlets pass you by.
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