Queen Anne’s Lace
Queen Anne’s Lace,
Your demure beauty
always knows its place
along a roadside or in
a green grass-tufted field
if I pinched a slender stalk
would I hear you squeal?
You, very proper and so prim
I think I would never hear
From the pinchings of one stem
A solitary sound to clear
those silent, snowy lips
Regal, austere,
Elegant long limbs
Waving through the breeze
White-crested heads
Do acquiesce to bend
Your rarest esteem
Of this fair day
Sun clears all clouds away
Azure blue above
You below in your
gentle exquisiteness
I will never cease to love!!
