I remember my Granny's front yard.
The lawn seemed a bit retard,
But a pink mimosa—bright and fair—
Proudly graced the entrance there.
Water lilies ‘neath window sills.
Here and there—a hen's quill.
A Chinaberry tree stood quite tall,
With berries for our pluffers—all.
Such memories are with me, though
‘Twas more than fifty years ago.
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