"I picked a wild sunflower," she said "And as I looked into its golden heart such a wave of homesickness came over me that I almost wept. I wanted my mother, with her gentle voice and quiet firmness; I longed to hear my father's jolly songs and to see his twinkling blue eyes; I was lonesome for the sister with whom I used to play in the meadow picking daisies and wild sunflowers."
"Ring out wild bells to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.....
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Adult Summer Reading Club 2018 - Reread a favorite
