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Sweet lilies growing 'neath the trees,

Heads nodding gently in the breeze;

    White robed apostles, standing tall -

     Of flowers, most elegant of all.

 

Upon a coffin, simply lain,

You rest beneath the gentle rain

     And mark the end of life's hard fight -

     Three perfect lilies, pure and white.

 

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FLOWER POEMS

By Josie Whitehead

Ode to the Bluebells Legend of the Blue Bonnets Consider the Lilies - Heading