Big white bird feathers
On Indian blanket lie
Boy looks up....asks why
August 28, 2020
3pm PST
*capitalization, poet's choice*
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)
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