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Written for Kansaspoet's Poetry Contest, Round 30, using one of his Title Prompts. |
WILDFLOWERS ** Image ID #1135599 Unavailable ** The garden I planted can never compare to the wildflowers that bloom everywhere; a gift from a gardener much greater than I, yet He smiles down on me, as I give it a try. Wild Iris in the fields are a beautiful blue, shared with white daisies, columbine too; buttercups nod with a bright yellow smile, daylilies of orange grow in many a mile. Wild roses bloom with a soft shade of pink and if you look closely, purple violets wink; His garden keeps blooming with nary a care; blessing us all with the beauty everywhere. I weed and I feed, and I think I've done well, my flowers are blooming, it really is swell; but the children pick the wildflowers for me and their smiling faces are something to see! Countrymom 7/24/06 . |