Memories of the valley of flowers
Viewed from the grassy knoll
Never fail to move me
And bring pleasure to my soul.
I can still vision the beautiful flowers
Shimmering in sun's bright glow
And see the birds soaring over
The valley of flowers below.
I remember the field of clover
And the smell of it, fresh and fair.
Memories are planted deep in me
And my mind still wanders there.
There is no place more beautiful,
Where the trees are looming towers
That grow beside the rocky stream
In the valley of the flowers.
~ Shirley Hile Powell
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