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Flower Basket


Flower Basket 

by Robert Neest


It was an early evening at the pond, 

That had the water surface calm and smooth 

Reflecting next to clouds and parts of sky 

The vase-shaped trees that were surrounding it. 


Next to the alley getting to its side 

There was an yellow basket left apart 

With narrow base and wider to the top 

And full of flowers that had different heights. 


Three yellow roses were next to the top 

Above few pink and reddish dahlias 

That stood apart from daisies that were short 

And filled with white and yellow all around. 


Above there was a lower branch of tree 

That was completely covered with green leaves 

And white and rounded flowers spread along 

Were making it look like a solemn arch. 


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