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!"
7 comments:
So very sweet, Dorothy. Blessings to you this weekend.
Mildred
They may be small,but are oh so pretty.
Nice little ode, Dorothy... That little Bluet does remind us of Spring ---and today, with all of our ICE, I'll say that I'm ready for Spring. ha
Hugs,
Betsy
Those are pretty. God's beauty is everywhere. We get little white flowers with 4 petals that bloom close to the ground. I can't remember their name. Now I gotta go look it up ... :)
Sweet photo and poem, Dorothy! I welcome any sign of spring! Have a great weekend. :-)
Dorothy, I love this poem. I am encouraged! AND..just a few more weeks til Daylight Savings Time!!
Dorothy, it has been a while since I visited - but, have thought of you recently. I visited the refuge the morning of the snow, but no great pictures, and this made me think of you. I did not know what these little flowers were called, but they have significant meaning in my family! My sweet mother-in-law has picked her mother these each year since she was a little girl. She still does her mother is 92. She has a special little vase to put them in. You let me know when you start seeing eagles. I want to get a picture of one!
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