Potter's Field
. for public domain
Two faces peering out a window,
of a cottage nestled in a wood,
much quieter than the Admiral Benbow,
no road markers to where it stood.
Beatrix Potter where is your brush?
Why should you leave us in such a great rush?
We've fields aplenty and rabbits galore.
Could you come back and paint just one more?
Or if God has brushes reserved just for you,
to paint His Creation to give us a view,
could you include a rabbit or two?
I know they'd sit still if only for you.
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