Connie Yost (5/27/38 / Reed City, Michigan)
I can hear the drum and and fife,
Booted cadence throbs the ground.
All of earth seems full of life,
I'm awakened by it's sound
Longest days have seen my sleep,
Waiting for the warming sun.
From my cradle now I peep,
New beginnings have begun.
Mid an upward stretch I ask,
What small purpose has my life?
Is my value worth the task?
Once again the lilting fife.
Thus I don the summer green,
My robust nature thriving.
My crowning glory can be seen,
With jubilance arriving.
Look at me, oh, look at me!
I'm pink, I'm beauteous pink!
The object of my being,
Does unfurl and nod and wink!
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