Let’s read together: Golden-rod

WAY down in the meadow, and close by the brook,
If ever you take the trouble to look,
A plant you will see that shows in the light,
With its green and gold so gay and bright,
Nodding and tossing its head in pride,
As if it were queen of the meadow wide.
That beautiful blossom, so tall and odd,
Is the bloom of the plant called golden-rod.