sunflower farm
Quilted yellow comforter of sunflowers
Lay across the once black meadow
People driving the highway stared
Wondering if this was a farm open to the public
It was the work of one family
Who happened to love sunflowers
But they were generous and shared
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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