I Gave Her A Flower. Poem by Charles M Moore

I gave her a flower, a cute little pretty thing
picked from the edge of the path where we strolled
yellow and blue she accepted it sweetly
and said 'I will treasure this till I am old'

I sat under oak trees that grew by the river
I offered support as she sat by my side
she said ' what a picture to find a place like this'
'the calming brook makes me feel oh so alive'

We sat and we chatted about different subjects
nature and wishes, the season of spring
she said she had printed a book from a website
exclaiming that poetry was really her thing

'I like Treat and Mooney and Ori and Wyllie, '
'Leclerc, Gale and Nagy are some that I love, '
'They show such emotion and on the site forum
discuss life with others I'm really fond of'

I said I would check it, it cultured my interest
she said 'if you want', 'it's poemhunter.com'
last week while out shopping I bought a computer
I'll look up this site after dropping you home

We watched as an acorn splashed into the river
it drifted down past where some water voles played
we kissed as we made our way back to the carpark
where she picked a flower I still have today.