Blossoms At Cherrystone
Like a wild bouquet--
Lovely on this hot Tuesday;
One park in full bloom--
Smell is like sweet perfume.
With a lazy eaze,
Moving in a gentle breeze,
Seeming eager to dance,
They do so entrance!
There flies bluejay!
A moment that seems so gay.
Hot summer at last here--
Sky is so clear.
Sun floods Cherrystone.
Woodsy place now overgrown.
Wild flowers there ablaze--
Bright, hazy days.
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