Graceful Beauties
By Joyce E. O’Neal
Posted on
5/8/00
At ‘Whittler’s Den’
As I sit atop this rounded lush green hill
And run
my fingers through it's grassy sod
I see fields of flowers that shan't be still
And for just one moment, think it
very odd
But then I too feel the soft balmy breeze
That blows wispy
hairs across my face
And commands the wild flowers to bend with ease
As to gently curtsy with charm and grace
Pink and purple beauties, they begin to dance
Lifting their
leafy arms in harmony
Delicate petals, their fragrance to enhance
Sending sweet aromas just to please me
I watched them waltz till the zephyr was calm
And the mighty
sun rolled away to rest
Sleepy flowers whispering the evening psalm
Blessings to me as I turned from the crest
Joyce E. O’Neal © 2000
