Lady Slipper

Lady slippers popping
Gently dot the ground
The backwoods deep, are sipping sap
In this ancient, shanty town
From golden fertilizer
The wind blows whispering
The moccasin floats high above
The needles when it sings
Seed by single seed
Old things have been set free
Where God reveals His beauty, born
In His tranquil sanctuary
Kelly Sampson Griswold

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