The Red Wheelbarrow
Walking down with my red wheelbarrow,
I spied a blue jay and a brown little sparrow
Flying across the golden fields;
I went behind them on a path narrow
To collect my flower garden's yields;
Now, inside my red wheelbarrow,
You will find some marigolds yellow,
Pink roses, violets and white carnations,
Green olive leaves and some fresh hedgerow,
All gathered for my sweet home's decorations.
08/06/18
Contest: For Your Poetry Journal
Sponsor: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2018
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