Sprays of wildflowers are growing in the fields
and along the seldom traveled two track trail
White and purple petaled flowers that laugh
and play… in the sunlight... delicate and frail
They resemble one another because they
are from from the same family… this I know…
You see I felt compelled to research and find out
just what their names were… instead of so and so
Now when I see their faces I can say, 'How do you do,
how lovely you are today… I am happy to see you
Prince Aster, your imperial colors are so delightful
Miss Daisy Fleabane, your beauty bedazzles my view…'
They respond with a shyness that is ruffled by the wind
Their smiles are enough for me to know that they
have heard their names and love being recognized
Promising to stay through October… they will not stray
10/16/2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem