Geraniums remind me
Of a cottage I once knew
With its long, front porch
Where the blazing flowers grew;
Of shining little windowpanes,
With quaint lace curtains showing;
Of summertime and porch swings;
On lines, clean clothes a-blowing;
Of a child with summer dreams;
Of sunshine on a wooden floor.
Geraniums remind me
Of a house with open door.
Of a cottage I once knew
With its long, front porch
Where the blazing flowers grew;
Of shining little windowpanes,
With quaint lace curtains showing;
Of summertime and porch swings;
On lines, clean clothes a-blowing;
Of a child with summer dreams;
Of sunshine on a wooden floor.
Geraniums remind me
Of a house with open door.
~ Lucille Crumley
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