when getting a drink
I’m reminded to think of
that day in the meadow
not that long ago
but before you became ill
when we were able
to smile at will
I ‘m coming now
I’ve got your pills
Magic in wildflowers is to be admired
So, like a wildflower we are
As things we do and need to tame
The beauty of caring helps us to grow without shame
When shown love we blossom and bloom the same
A beautiful bouquet with magic in heart claim
Precious are the flower
They smell so sweet
Bloom in many colors
My favor is red
Red roses
Roses in the bed
I could use in stead
Yellow is pretty
The fragrant
So sweet
Of most flowers
That you see
Amorous do fill the air
I love flowers
So does the bees
They be
Oh cant you see
Go away bees
Do not sting me
If you please
Muted elegance
of a springtime afternoon,
catching my eye
and touching my soul,
the wildflowers of spring
that speak so eloquently
to my heart as I inhale
their sweet fragrance
and count their petals
one
by
one.
So perfectly understood,
the language that they speak,
their straightforward simplicity
and what they say to me
as nurturing and safe,
they’re so fragile
yet so strong.
I watch them as
they sway
and bend
but never break
in the sweet breezes
of this afternoon.
and I marvel once more
at their resilience
and their strength
as I inhale their fragrance
and eloquent presence
as they speak in silence
to something deep
within me.
All such gorgeous pieces and images posted. I do so very much love the wildflowers. Thank you for this treat to begin my day as I visit here again this morning.
A friendship is but a flower
Growing out in Gods garden
Helping out the fellow man
Not knowing should they get a pardon
A friendship is but a flower
Waiting to bloom in the spring
Waiting with a helping hand or an ear
To help or listen to most any ol thing
A friendship is but a flower
That God lends to us for a while
To help us along our way
And give us a reason for a smile
A friendship is but a flower
Leaving impressions on our hearts
Never knowing when it might end
But, always happy to see it start
A friendship is but a flower
Sent with guidance from above
The friendship must be based on trust
But, like the flower, it’s started with Gods love
Friendship is but a flower
Sent down for all of us to share
So pass on your bit of friendship
Show someone just how much you care
A friendship is but a flower
And this friendship I pass on to you
So please take my flower and friendship
So you can pass it on to others too
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when getting a drink
I’m reminded to think of
that day in the meadow
not that long ago
but before you became ill
when we were able
to smile at will
I ‘m coming now
I’ve got your pills
JT 512
a lone in a crowd
trying hard not to stand out
only being me
JT 512
Loving the wildflowers. Beautiful blog and theme and poetry. Happy Monday and Big Hugs.
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Love this blog JT…Love You!!!!!! :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love:
Beautiful Bouquet Within
Magic in wildflowers is to be admired
So, like a wildflower we are
As things we do and need to tame
The beauty of caring helps us to grow without shame
When shown love we blossom and bloom the same
A beautiful bouquet with magic in heart claim
Here’s a nice image I found while searching for one to put my poem on.
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There is magic in dandelions! 😉 Health Benefits of Dandelion
Gorgeous blog with bouquets for all the mothers out there – Happy Mother’s Day, ladies!
I hope I’ll have a bit of time tomorrow to drop in with something new. Time keeps slipping through my fingers… 🙄
PRECIOUS FLOWERS
Precious are the flower
They smell so sweet
Bloom in many colors
My favor is red
Red roses
Roses in the bed
I could use in stead
Yellow is pretty
The fragrant
So sweet
Of most flowers
That you see
Amorous do fill the air
I love flowers
So does the bees
They be
Oh cant you see
Go away bees
Do not sting me
If you please
Written By: Bettie Davis —————- © May 13 , 2o12
Archived image unavailable
WILDFLOWER ELOQUENCE
Muted elegance
of a springtime afternoon,
catching my eye
and touching my soul,
the wildflowers of spring
that speak so eloquently
to my heart as I inhale
their sweet fragrance
and count their petals
one
by
one.
So perfectly understood,
the language that they speak,
their straightforward simplicity
and what they say to me
as nurturing and safe,
they’re so fragile
yet so strong.
I watch them as
they sway
and bend
but never break
in the sweet breezes
of this afternoon.
and I marvel once more
at their resilience
and their strength
as I inhale their fragrance
and eloquent presence
as they speak in silence
to something deep
within me.
(c) barbara kausteklis 5-14-12
All such gorgeous pieces and images posted. I do so very much love the wildflowers. Thank you for this treat to begin my day as I visit here again this morning.
A friendship is but a flower
Growing out in Gods garden
Helping out the fellow man
Not knowing should they get a pardon
A friendship is but a flower
Waiting to bloom in the spring
Waiting with a helping hand or an ear
To help or listen to most any ol thing
A friendship is but a flower
That God lends to us for a while
To help us along our way
And give us a reason for a smile
A friendship is but a flower
Leaving impressions on our hearts
Never knowing when it might end
But, always happy to see it start
A friendship is but a flower
Sent with guidance from above
The friendship must be based on trust
But, like the flower, it’s started with Gods love
Friendship is but a flower
Sent down for all of us to share
So pass on your bit of friendship
Show someone just how much you care
A friendship is but a flower
And this friendship I pass on to you
So please take my flower and friendship
So you can pass it on to others too