Ode to the Bluet
I’m thinking back to long ago
when as a child I yearned for spring
so I could go outside and play
and watch the little birdies sing
Up to the hillside I would roam
to see what treasure I could find.
And when the Bluet field I saw
all cares and woes were left behind.
I knew that springtime had arrived
when I first saw the Bluets there
Just four tiny purple petals
shouting, "At last, Spring is here!"