Evelyn Judy Buehler

March 18, 1953 - Chicago

Fields of Gold

In the blaze of the buttercup morning,
Bluejays were reeling in rich lapis skies,
And for miles lush nature was adorning,
In the golden age of hued butterflies!

Yellow and lovely were the flower fields,
Reaching forever at bright edge of day,
Yet long before dawn was destiny sealed,
With the promise of the endless bouquet.

On a nearby fence red rooster crowed loud,
And an orange bird was greeting the sun,
And a warm breeze tousled the lemon crowd,
While I really had to watch and listen!

The hours held treasures beyond comparing,
The result of nature's impulse sharing.
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