"Queen Anne's Lace"
Memory fondly sees, Among the long enduring span of years,
Some Lacy White Little Clusters of Blossoms scattered in a field
Spanned on elegant beams from a central axis
Blooming its very heart out in the sunshine
Blooming hope into the soul, the meadows of memory
Taking me back itno the days when the meadow
Was A Sea And The Oats Cascaded Down and up
Dancing In The Wind How I Long For That Meadow
The Wild Flowers And Queen Anne's Lace Tousled
Like Mother NAtures Hair, in a raging sea of windblown
Grasses, golden and soft to the touch
Scattered Like Prayers To Jesus
In JEsus' Name,
Amen