While walking outer fields
Observing picket fence, sentry
Behind, which lay bright floral yields
Egg white posts deny full entry,
But beneath them
Embroidered hem,
Flowers sneak, peak, colorful toes
Lower daises, high, the queen rose,
Generous salutation
Nod back to garland’s glare
In most unlikeliest places
Find Lord’s precious stare
-Deacon Frank Attanasia
9/6/2002
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