Treasure Island

Philo Yan



Summer September morn,

Comes breaking dawn,

A farmer's grassy lane,

Green fields, plain,

Goldenrods, Iron weeds,

Thousands scatter seeds.

Nature's changing cycle,

Summer season, vital.

Submitted: Friday, September 21, 2012

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A fellow artist painted a farm lane lined with Goldenrods and iron weeds.

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