Red poppies in a field 'mid green stalks,
Where bathed in gold I often see you roam.
Across three fields- red earth, then a river;
And it wends through the woods carving a sliver.
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Flower by the river and a boat. I envision the landscape like a painting. I have loved this poem and still do. :) G.