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
