The three figures in the painting
Aren't part of the landscape behind them
How did they get there
Perhaps because it was
A beckoning summer's day
They've taken a walk together
Into the flowering fields
Where she's found a place to rest
Her finger tucked in her book
While the two boys run and play
The older one passing a curious stick
To the younger one eager to take it
While the mother looking on this gift
What could she do but stare
Feeling what would come of it
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