Firewheel

I am the Gaillardia Pulchella Dressed in gold and deepest red I'm the flash of color that you see When everything else looks dead I thrive in the southern heat Setting roots in dirt or sand I'm the legend of the indian blanket Grown by God's own hands The firewheel of great passion That collects to her faithful souls Butterflies who dance around Like the stories of ancients told The color of blood deep passion Mixed with brilliant rays of sun Dancing on breezy summer zephyrs The sultry cantata has begun My stems are prickly, strong and stout As I hold high my pretty, proud head I am the Gaillardia Pulchella Passionate firewheel blanket spread (This was written after the contest but I liked them so much I decided to write one of my own...but the florist in me could not choose a flower..but I like this one)