One day when I was young, and walking with a friend, a field dry as straw bloomed with flowers.."Oh, glory!" we breathed, my good friend and I, for the flowers blazed like suns and fire and rainbows. They sprang from folds between hillsides, peeked from pockets of shade. Spiraling - dancing - they followed us home.
- Maggie Streincrohn Davis, Glory to the Flowers
- Maggie Streincrohn Davis, Glory to the Flowers
