After we sold our last Tart Lemon Meringue and our Lemon
Spritz soda, a creation of our own,
We toke down our lemon treat stand, a highlight for our town,
We ran out to the backyard and thru the gate to our secret
place, to our Magical Meadow,
We had the prettiest flowers here, like the Dainty Danford
Iris, I loved the softness of the French Buttercup Petal,
I heard a Delightful Canary singing in the tree above me,
It sang beautifully, as we raced over to the chair-like heap
of rocks, to us it was the throne of a queen. It was covered in vines and
yellow flowers.
We thought of the flowers as the Queen’s Imperial Yellow
robe
We would play until the call of darkness came telling us to
go home for the night.
What a fanciful place! I can see how those paint names inspired a return to a world created in a child's imagination.
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