Wild Flowers
I wandered along my head in the clouds
Floating on high over hill and dale
Then I awoke to see the crowds
Multicolored wild flowers in a swale
There by the river beneath the trees
Swaying gently in the last summer breeze
Continuous as the stars that shine
That sparkle on the Milky Way
They stretched in a continuous line
And sent out gladness in the light of day
Ten thousand, at least, I saw at a glance
Tossing their heads in their heavenly dance
The waves on the river danced, but they
Out did the sparkling waves with glee
This poet did not have much to say
In such a jovial company
I looked and looked, but with little thought
Of the riches this show for me had wrought
For often, now, when on my couch I lie
Staring blankly at the TV - I
Go back to that day at rivers bend
And in my mind I see the end
Of a summer on that magical day
With wild flowers oh how they did sway
Jim 1999
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem