By Judith Mergens, submitted by Pat Reinhartz

There’s a patch of Yellow Slippers

Growing, in fact, quite near by

One given by a dear friend

Never guessed, it would multiply.

 

Here they dance in regality

Dipping, swirling in spring’s breeze,

While swaying to the melody

Of tall pines and maple trees.

 

It’s Minnesota’s State Flower,

Pride and joy to the north

Hear tell, they’re loving Wisconsin

By the beauty and grace put forth.

 

A rarity unspoiled,

Gifted, from the Masters hand,

The “Yellow Lady’s Slipper,”

Isn’t it simply grand?