Red, Red Robin

The smell of a flower reminds me of the backyard in my house
Flower’s dance like butterflies.
If flowers could talk, they would saw grow a little bigger and let everyone enjoy.
The sight of flowers reminds me of a bouquet.
When you plant a flower in the ground you got yourself dirty but you know it will come out pretty.
It reminds me of the song Red, Red Robin.
I have always loved flowers.
I drove mother crazy planting them.
I like anything that blooms.
My mom would always visit friends and ask,
“Can I have a cutting of that?”
I like all of them.

-By the residents of the Smith and Deal household

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