Carroll R. Buffum Sr.
Valley Of The Flowers
Yonder in the forest where the brook runs blue,
Is the fragrant land of flowers of every shade and hue.
The peaceful pond that beckons and shimmers in the sun,
With all the frogs in concert when the day is done.
In this shady valley where scented breezes blow,
A land of waltzing flowers is dancing to and fro.