As I walk up the path
On a nearby hill,
Lined with flowers
Like the daffodil
Many of the flowers,
I can't name
But they are all beautiful
Just the same.
The flowered path winds
Around a large oak tree.
The fragrance of the flowers
Seems to follow me.
The path leads
To an old windmill
It's pumped water for years
And it pumps still.
The windmill turns
As the wind blows,
Water under a bridge,
Flows and flows.
A cool, soft wind
Blows across the hill,
Carrying the aroma
Of the daffodil.
It's a beautiful sight,
You'll want to see
Come on along,
Walk with me.
WillieP. 11/16/23
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