A patch of wheat and purple flowers
Waved golden, radiant in the sun
And the late afternoon breeze.
Have you ever seen anything more beautiful?
I asked my daughter
And she gazed at my face and said
Everyday.
Her freckles, golden;
Her eyes as blue as the sea;
Her hair, tossing about her head wild and free.
That slim frame and wiry limbs and paint-stained fingers
Carrying all this love in and out of season
Everyday.
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