Wildflowers

Last summer, our family went on a hiking kick. I am not a big fan of hiking. My friends are always talking about how awesome it is when their boyfriends/husbands take them out on a hike, and to be honest, I think I would cry if my boyfriend asked me to go on a hike (I would try to put it off for as long as possible, but I would probably go if he kept asking me about it for long enough). That being said, I really did have a good time hiking with my family last summer. You get such a feeling of accomplishment when you finish a hike. Who knows, maybe one day I'll actually enjoy going on a hike--stranger things have happened.

Anyway, my point is that there were enjoyable moments on our hikes. One of those moments was getting to see all the wildflowers in bloom along the mountain trails. You would turn a corner and all of a sudden there would be a field just covered in wildflowers. So pretty! It was a writer's dream. So guess what...I have another poem for you guys! This one is for my dad.

Wildflowers

As I walked along

The mountain trail,

The rocks seeming an

Insurmountable barrier,

I stumbled around a

Corner, and before me lay

A glorious field of wildflowers.

They were flowers for which

I had no name, and I

Loved them all the better

For it. They were happy,

Unpretentious little flowers.

The juice of the sun had

Stained them a deep

Golden yellow, and they

Swayed and danced to the

Silent song of the gentle breeze.

Lured by their simple beauty,

I left the troublesome path

And walked among them.

As I wove a path

Through my golden little friends,

Something new caught my eye.

Stout stalks, precariously

Topped with a pine-cone of flower buds,

Stood stolid among the weaving,

Rippling meadow of gold.

These little clusters of blossoming flowers

Were blue, deep blue, the

Blue of the sea where men drown.

As the wind convinced my little gold friends

To sigh and dance merrily,

These little wonders oversaw the

Merriment as steadfastly as

Wise old widows.

My weariness from the long climb

Gone, I stooped to gather wildflowers.

Once the deed was done, I

Looked at my treasures,

Breathed in their heady, earthy scent,

And thought "This is Life."