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A Field of Sunflowers
A Seed Head
Once more I stand in awe
curving away seeming to fall,
row on row of polished stones,
a beauty reflected, wind honed
There in the distance I must go
a spiral path of seeded cobbles so.
The stones seem to grow larger,
as I walk with the greatest care
What’s this I see at the end,
there green triangles wait for me
Then waving bright as the sun,
large yellow banners one by one