Wild
My glads and day-Lilies have grown very tall,
yawning and stretching while raising their heads
And climbing red roses have clung to the wall
that leads to the meadow, where my spirit is led
Nothing can rival the bright golden face
of the tallest of all, found under the sun
The sunflower's bloom has a smile and a trace
of a summer remembered, and where autumn is spun
My favorites, however, are not really owned
They are kissed by the season and sown by the breeze
Not found in the garden, but growing and honed
with a sun's disposition so willing to please
Not planned, unintended, yet, still, they remain
attracting my favor, takes me back to the child
who loves to go hunting for spring, once again
always born to be free, always born to be wild!
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8/12/16
Contest: Each one of us has His or Her own Flower of Attraction
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016
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