Where Wildflowers Grow by Garnett Ann Schultz
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Where Wildflowers Grow

I love the spots where wildflowers grow;
The kinds we never have to sow,
A gift of God beneath His sky
To thrill the hearts of passersby.

I love the violets, small and dear
That mark the springtime of our year,
Within the grass, so oft not seen,
And yet so dainty, like a dream.

The daisies hold a special place,
A heart of gold that's trimmed with lace,
That small girls pick along the way
To make a dainty, bright bouquet.

The dandelions everywhere
As bright as gold on springtime air;
The world loves roses, this I know,
But my heart loves where wildflowers grow.

© Garnett Ann Schultz

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