[JustAmy]

Wildflower
by Alexander Shaumyan

She's a wildflower, let her be,
Don't try to make her into something she's not--
She's quick-tempered, furious and hot,
And stormy and unruly like the sea.

And let the blazing passion in her eyes
Sing poetry within her heart untamed,
That in her movements like a welcome flame
Burns brightly in defiance and never dies.

And if a thousand deaths should rain on me,
I'll feel her gentle presence come alive
Within each breath I take--now brought to life--
Ignited by her spirit bold and free.

[JustAmy]

The Gardener
by Robert Louis Stevenson

The gardener does not love to talk,
He makes me keep the gravel walk;
And when he puts his tools away,
He locks the door and takes the key.

Away behind the currant row
Where no one else but cook may go,
Far in the plots, I see him dig,
Old and serious, brown and big.

He digs the flowers, green, red, and blue,
Nor wishes to be spoken to.
He digs the flowers and cuts the hay,
And never seems to want to play.

Silly gardener! summer goes,
And winter comes with pinching toes,
When in the garden bare and brown
You must lay your barrow down.

Well now, and while the summer stays,
To profit by these garden days,
O how much wiser you would be
To play at Indian wars with me!

[Calpernia]

Morning to Potpourrri!

[ST.LOUIE1]

Good morning, sweet ((((((Sis!)))))) Thought I'd best be stopping by lest you forget your Bro. : )

I'll try to get back later.

[Alamo-Girl]

Beautiful poem! Thank you so much!

[MeekOneGOP]

Mornin', everybody ! Happy Monday !

Have a cup while you Freep !

[Donaeus]

Good afternoon Amy. :)

[Victoria Delsoul]

The Promise



To others like me who still have dreams,
the butterflies remain
to bring a promise of things to come
like rainbows after rain.

Uncharted paths to mountain peaks
may lead to valley floors.
Yet, who on earth can guarantee
what lies beyond closed doors.

Don't teach me how to build a shell
and live my life inside
and close my thoughts to butterflies
or say unicorns have died.

Perhaps it's wrong to live in dreams
and seek that pot of gold,
but looking to new horizons each day
keeps hearts from growing old.

-- Wayne Porter

[Dubya]

Another good post.