The Poppy Fields by Lake Chabot
I wish you'd go to the poppy fields
That bloom by the lake Chabót
Such wonderfully carpeted poppy fields,
They look like a golden snow
That has fallen upon the emerald earth,
Then melted in spots, where the blue
Of the cornflowers show like bits of sky,
And the world has a marvelous hue.
The work-a-day world seemed brighter today
For the charm of the poppies was there,
And the dull gray stones of the city's way
Seemed an easier path to fare.
For I felt that around every corner
Green vistas would burst into view,
Tho I listened in vain for the caroling birds,
The hum of the city seemed new.
April, 1913.
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