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| 'Janine's Daffodils' by Carol Rowan |
Nothing I have ever seen
Is lovelier than silver rain
Falling on gold daffodils
In bloom along my garden lane.
Overnight they have appeared,
As if by magic, from the ground.
Grateful for their first rain bath,
They revel in its friendly sound.
Golden beauty blinding me
Along the path and garden wall,
Winter's bondage now has ceased
With spring's enchanting first sweet call.
William
Arnette Wofford
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