Oh to be a wild flower
and dance in the wind
to feel the full sun
on me as I raise my face
up to the wild blue
To be chosen by someone's
beloved to be gathered
up in a lovers hand
to be given so freely and adoringly
To be pressed into a book
as a folded memory
to be experienced a new
with each turn of a page
Oh to be a wild flower
kmh 2005
5 comments:
oh so pretty picture and poem. U have talent a plenty my friend..........Robin
Nice picture and poem you are a very creative person I liked your poem ......Patti
love the poem and photo to go with it!
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WHAT AN ENTRY! BRAVO!
Such a pleasant quest
daunting to say the least
but being pressed inside a book
might allow one the peace.
To be passed on in love
producing smiles by the shower.
Makes one even more valued
like this lovely write,"Wildflower".
A lovely and touching write.
Spencer
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