Chicory Blue - Poem by Connie Yost
I think that I would love to see, a blooming field of chicory.
I think I'd like to dive right in, absorb that shade from sole to chin.
Include myself in summer's hue, get the feel of chicory blue.
I praise it's hardy countenance, along the farmland roadside fence.
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