Little April flower growing in
The garden wall,
Who put you there above my reach?
Aren’t you scared you’ll fall?
What holds you there so way up high?
What water do you drink?
You look so all alone and sad
Within your stony chink.
I’d be your friend if you’d come down
And visit for awhile.
I’d sing and hope to cheer you up
And laugh to see you smile.
3/19/1984 for the little ones
Field of Vision 