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Carpet of Color
Stalky lupines add a purple fringe
to rugs beneath the lodgepole pine
In tall cool grass, where deer have been
the sun slides down between the limbs
The blue wild flax, on slender stems
will bend and bow to every breeze
And sulphured bands of wild buckwheat
in wild array, will cluster at my feet
Not planned, unintended, still they remain
Untouched by the hoe, and watered by rain
A colored carpet wide and sweeping for my eye
While hiking through the lofty hillside high
Kissed by the sun and tossed by the breeze
Running through clover or wherever they please
The winding path that climbs higher still
Strikes vibrant chords and charms the spirit still
This hillside of carpet, in springtime so mild
Planted by God, and born to be wild
Inspired by Constance's mini contest "Wildflowers"
Copyright ©
Carrie Richards
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