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Golden slumbers

Two rows of bare trees on a hill with yellowed grass

The apple trees are sleeping at Hutchins Farm in Concord, Massachusetts.

Golden slumbers fill your eyes

Smiles awake you when you rise

Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry

And I will sing a lullaby

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  1. Beautiful photo and lovely poem. Warm greetings from Montreal, Canada 😊 ❤️ 🇨🇦

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    1. Thanks you, Linda! Of course the verse is not mine.

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