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By Josie Whitehead


By Josie Whitehead

Think Gold
Dry Yellow Leaf

The golden sun, high in the sky,
     Shines down and warms the land,
And golden sand from on the beach
     Now trickles through my hand.

The golden leaves upon the trees
     Tell us that autumn’s here,
And gardeners have a lot of work -
     Oh yes, that’s very clear!

A golden cup, held in the hand,
     Speaks clearly of success
And a golden crown upon a head
     Means royalty - oh yes!

The golden ring upon my hand
     Speaks of my wedding day,
And perfumed golden freesias made

     A beautiful bouquet.

Think 'gold' and what this word conveys:
     Think glitz, marriage, success -
And wear some gold especially when
      You set out to impress.

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