Wild at Heart
Some bloom in tidy rows
while others in secluded dales
midst starlit wilderness
with quenching rains and whipping gales
Some grow along a picket fence
while others thrive beyond split-rails
where dreams are strewn in patches wild
to rein them in does not avail
Some submit to garden paths
while others line a meandering trail
mixed with others nature’s sown
to thrive in loam of hidden vales
Some seek sheltered cottage beds
while others not deemed as frail
prefer the risk of woodland lots
exposed to drought or storm’s assail
There is no right or wrong in this
wildflowers must flourish as is or fail
for if they were created alike
this world would soon grow stiff and stale.
I have collected these wildflowers pictures
from various spots throughout our valley (including my own garden)
and was reminded of a previous post I did about wildflowers.
In the old post I talked about a son who is particularly “wild at heart.”
In today’s post I’ve summed it up in a poem.
Wild at Heart Blessings ~ Wendy ❀
Have you been especially blessed by someone who was willing to take a risk
and think outside the box?
Many of history’s great musicians, artists, and inventors were just such people.
The above Haiku was written by my teen daughter.
She wrote it in response to some old pictures
hanging on our fridge
(ones of her and her brothers when they were still shorter than me).
Since I am taking a break from greenlightlady for a few weeks,
I’m wishing you all a happy summer. xo
(PS – I’ve added an updated version of my old about page where you can see a picture of my vegetable garden. )
(PPS – I’ve started tweeting … see bottom of page for the link. Will you join me? )
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