Donna Jones Poet Quatrain

Wildflowers

The wildflower begins its life as a seed
Within itself it contains all it will need
Along with the rain and the sun to feed
To become something we can't it will succeed

For despite the problems that around them lie
The wildflower stays beautiful as time goes by
Not realizing we no longer stop to see
Or care anymore how fragile they can be

They continue to fill the air with their sweet perfume
But as time goes by we give them less and less room
More concrete and cities in their path now loom
I'm afraid their future could hold some serious gloom

So as down this road of life you race
The next time you happen upon a place
Where wildflowers put a smile on your face
Take the time to stop and pick yourself a vase!

©Donna Jones

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Skat A June 12, 2015 at 1:25 AM Donna, Congratulations on having your poem featured this week. SKAT love

Scott Thirtyseven June 9, 2015 at 7:25 AM I'm not so sure that your former words will allow me to stop and pick one of these precious flowers. But gosh darn it I'll enjoy them for all their worth.

Abdiel Rios June 8, 2015 at 12:54 PM Nature can be the best thing the world will ever have

Jon A Cavanaugh October 27, 2013 at 9:35 AM I had to stop and read this poem. My mother loves wildflowers. If they don't grow naturally in her yard she will find some and plant them. Many people treat them as weeds especially if they have thistles but my mom loves them all. I enjoyed your poem. Thanks for sharing.

Juanita Thorn February 13, 2013 at 4:33 AM AWESOME!!!! It reminds me of when I am a passenger in the car and I'm looking out the window. All the homes and buildings crowding my sight, then we hit country roads and the fields of grass and flowers take my breath away. These are the times I feel at one with Mother Earth and really appreciate nature. Donna Jones February 13, 2013 at 9:55 AM Thank you again...by the way love your pic...very interesting!

Betty Bolden February 11, 2013 at 3:29 AM great job Donna Jones February 11, 2013 at 9:54 AM Thanks...glad thanks you enjoyed....blessings

Isaiah Zerbst February 9, 2013 at 9:18 AM The life and beauty of a flower was captured here. Donna Jones February 9, 2013 at 9:27 PM Thank you...I always enjoy seeing them...

Lucky Okoedion February 8, 2013 at 2:18 PM yes, we can't become the potential we don't have, and we cant but become what's in us to become. cheers Donna! Donna Jones February 8, 2013 at 4:27 PM Very well said. Happiness friend and thanks for reading my poem

Eileen Manassian February 8, 2013 at 9:15 AM Lovely, Donna! Great call for an affinity with nature! Hugs! Donna Jones February 8, 2013 at 4:26 PM Thanks and hugs back

Andrea Dietrich February 8, 2013 at 8:37 AM I just love wildflowers and you did them justice with your poem!! Donna Jones February 8, 2013 at 4:28 PM Thank you Andrea. Much!

Roy Jerden February 8, 2013 at 5:23 AM Very nice, Donna. I see a big improvement in your meter in this one. I love wildflowers. I wish they would plant more of them in the highway medians for us to enjoy. Cheers, Roy Donna Jones February 8, 2013 at 4:33 PM Me too..there would be less mowing and thanks for the meter thing....still don't really know what its all about but thanks....still trying...

Lucas Mkude February 7, 2013 at 2:52 PM you have big talent Donna, this poem touches everyday life, love, concern and relationship. I wish to have your talent one day. Be blessed and nice work friend. Donna Jones February 7, 2013 at 3:55 PM Lucas. You are very kind. You have much more talent than me! Your poem Scars Left Behind made me cry. When I was ten I was sent to a school where it was the first year it was desegarated. I couldn't understand why no one liked me coming from a very small town and never knowing anything but kindness. I'm sorry for the pain you have had. Happiness friend

Richard Lamoureux February 7, 2013 at 2:36 PM Very well said, if you have a chance read my poem"City of Dust" it takes a step even further into the future. I hope you enjoy. Also check out Chrishomusic.com, very talented Canadian artist from Victoria with a social conscience. Donna Jones February 7, 2013 at 4:06 PM I enjoyed City of Dust its scary huh hang too close to reality. Will check out above.....thanks

Deb Wilson February 7, 2013 at 2:17 PM This is really beautiful in it's simplicity...great poem you've written here Donna..I really liked it so much...luv,Deb Donna Jones February 7, 2013 at 4:14 PM Thanks Deb...the simple things get overlooked too often...

Russell Sivey February 7, 2013 at 2:12 PM I have pulled over on the side of a road before and picked me some flowers to bring home! They looked so pretty there in our vase, they sure are beautiful, wildflowers are! Of course your write about these wildflowers is just as beautiful I must say my friend! I loved reading this delightful poem, a glorious poem, this afternoon! What a special piece you have written here, thank you for sharing! Great Work!! Donna Jones February 7, 2013 at 4:15 PM I am glad to know someone besides me still does this.. course most of mine are probably some kind of weed haha

Annie Lander February 7, 2013 at 2:01 PM love the feel, and feeling the images of wildflowers always give me nice feeling Donna Jones February 7, 2013 at 4:17 PM Me too....fields of yellow golden rod and red Indian paint brush around this part of the country