“Pretty Poppin Pansies”
Pretty poppin’ pansies, waving quietly in a row,
Posing for a beautiful picture for all of us to know.
When the poppin’ pansies wilt, they fade away and die
They take away the beauty that makes me want to cry.
Memories made by pansies, painted so darn pretty,
Bringing back my memories while I’m living in the city.
The extensive brick buildings tower to the sky;
They leave no room for my pansies to survive.
With cement gardens and fake green grass.
The buildings shadow all with their gray overcast.
Fortunately, my picture memory will never fade;
Especially my pretty popping pansies ones, that I have made.
For I live in the city, but I prefer the country that I so love.
Why, because I love seeing real pansies! That God has planted from above.
Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter) 
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