Blueflowers

They were so elegant,
In the place where they grew.
All along my pathway,
And they were blue.

Light-blue blossoms,
Just like swirling gems.
Small bunches lifting,
From their spindly stems.

I touched them lightly,
Underneath the trees.
Little petaled beauties,
Swaying in the breeze.

T'is a joy to see them,
Standing in a row.
Their little faces moving,
And turning up to show.

I watched them on the sageland,
Rustling where they grew.
Bonnets on their faces,
And every one was blue.


E.P. 1908 - 1989