Flowers of the Field

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

By William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

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Flowers in the field

by Michelle Anderson
Nov 23, 2019

The flowers bloom sweet and luscious in the field

Enticing to the eyes and nostrils

Seductive, elusive, ephemeral

Drawing me in until I am lost

They comfort and soothe the soul with their beauty

The bee fights with the hummingbird

One seeks delicious nectar, one the bright pollen

And the flowers want to breed and multiply

We all want something from different

Can we not all have it all?

Flowers in the Field, by Olha Darchuk

Field Of Flowers

by Shakes-spear

The warmth we feel from a field of flowers.

To sit in the sun and bask for hours

Ask not what the world has for me

Trys to live in tranquility

Spends her days in service to others

Treats friends as sisters and as brothers

Lends a hand when a hands in need

What ever it takes to help others susceed

Mother, grandmother and friend to all

Sholder to cry on for any who call

Passionate about, her faith and love

Always credit to God above

A rose in life, a daisy to me

A field of Lavender for all to see

For never could one flower explain

What she does again and again

A rock, but not really

Or a saint, that is silly

What is the best to describe her

Rolling fields filled with lavender!

Flowers of the field is a photograph by Diana Kraleva which was uploaded on January 23rd, 2013.

Field Of Flowers

by Gabe Florsheim

Life is like a beautiful flower

Each day as unique

As each petal of each.

The stem ever lengthening

In a strenuous effort to reach the nurturing rays of the sun.

The roots ever deepening

To draw life from the earth.

The swaying fields ever entrancing

To the watchful eyes of youth.

Looking out over a field of wildflowers-

Each one an individual blossom

Slowly opening, revelaing to the world

It's true beauty

Petal by petal.

Step by step.

Each flower resembling its species

But, in truth, a rare individual.

No two are exactly alike

Some have thorns

Or rough edges

Others are spicy

Or sweet.

How hard it is to chose just one

To put a smile on your face.

One whos individuality touches your heart

And warms your soul

And stands out

In a field of flowers

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O Flower!

by Sarthi

June 2009

O flower! Attired in pure natural innocence,

Thou are ignorant of thy enchanting aroma,

Unaware of thy Charm,

Dances freely with flirtious breeze,

Hardly cares about world's joy and sorrow,

Thou are neither selfish nor altruistic

Full of Self yet so Selfless!

I am fascinated by your tranquil disposition,

At dawn thou bath in sun's rays,

Flirt with colorful butterfly,

Fall a deep sleep in afternoon warmth.

Enjoy melodious sound of chirping birds

Thou lover, up there - the sky,

Gazes you with intense admiration,

He kisses you tenderly through his winds,

Thou spread thy fragrances in his arms,

He grows enamored of thy presence,

What a beautiful bond!

Thy fall comes - autumn arrives,

Still thou remain full of life as ever before,

Not worried; not shaken a bit

Simply falls, without uttering a

Single word to your lover to save you

from getting withered.

Thou unconditional acceptance is captivating,

O soft hearted beauty, thy passive life is

Exquisite treasure of green emotions.

Jonquil - a widely cultivated narcissus with clusters of small fragrant yellow flowers
and cylindrical leaves, native to southern Europe and northeastern Africa.

Nature's Way

by Alora M. Knight

April 2018

Is there anything as tranquil

As a brightly glowing jonquil

That stands in sweet serenity,

A part of nature's tapestry?

A flower that never questions why,

The rivers flow and birds will fly,

Content to fill part of the plan,

To beautify the world of man.

If we would only realize

We, too, can help to glorify,

To find within each passing day

A happiness along the way.

A loving hug or cheerful smile

Can help to make a life worthwhile.

If all would lend a helping hand,

We soon would have a world so grand.

Flowers Of The Field

by Oghie

The beautiful flowers of the field

Bright scented and cool

Gentle to the retina and

A romance to the heart

Five minutes around her

Therapy to the body, mind and spirit

Transcending imagination to a direction

And putting an order to mental disorder

Take your time and take a tour about her

Quietly look and admire her

Feel the relaxation of Mother Nature.

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Rose In Full Bloom
by Ishan Malik
February 2006

Rambling down a cobbled pathway,
I stumbled upon a wild rose,
Deep garnet red,
Velveteen petals each curled to perfection,
Luminescent and innocently pretty,
A coy damsel oblivious of her beauty,
Fading away unadored and unsung,
Looking at me, she blushed
I stood love stung, adoring her,
Borrowed a steam bearing a bud
Planted her proudly in my garden,
Ever day, day after day,
I watched my rose break out of its chrysalis,
Groomed it with devout care,
Nurturing it with fertilizer,
Admiring it with every moment,
Watching it grown and come into full bloom,
Tall and elegant till it grew
And looked down on me!

Garden Poems

Springtime

Oh, spring came to my garden
And caught it unaware
Wearing just a few old leaves
And a dejected air.

But when spring left my garden,
Its work so deftly done,
Many, many Daffodils
Were dancing in the sun.

- Velma D. Bates



At Dawn

I slipped into the garden
Almost before 'twas light,
As the lazy sun arose
I glimpsed a charming sight...
Red Poppy flung her cap aside,
Shook out her silken skirt;
The way she danced with a young breeze
Told me she was a flirt!

- Mary C. Shaw



Wild Orchid

"The flower that walks", the Indian; said,
And walking spreads its crown-like roots
Through forest glades and upland dales.
Moccasin flower or Lady's Slipper,
It matters not the name
Or if it be fair white or rose or tiny yellow kind
Tis ever rare and wondrous there
This woodland beauty Bequeathed us from another age.
A Heritage to guard with care
And cherish for posterity
That other eyes in future years
Mav see this Orchid walk the trails
As did our native Indian braves
And shy eyed maidens of the tribe.

- Helen M. Fleet



Memorial

I've had the garden tidied up,
As she would have me do.
This little pal who couldn't stay
To see the season through.
The flowers were her dearest friends,
The garden was her own,
I've watched her work, but never knew
The things that she had grown.
Her, catalogues keep coming, and
Her garden magazine;
I run across the queerest names,
And study what they mean,
I read them all, from end to end,
And when the spring is here,
I'll have a garden just like hers,
As though my wife were near.

- Albert H. Pedrick



Day's End

The twilight comes to cool the. air,
The shadows lengthen on the sod,
Soft breezes blow the garden through,
The leaves and blossoms sway and nod.

On garden path, in sheltering hedge,
In treetops dark and cloudless sky,
The evening birds awake to life,
To stir; to sing and upward fly.

And flowers, warm with summer heat,
Expand to greet the softened light
And shed, to show their gratitude,
A fragrance in the summer night.

Now all is peace. From meadows near
A cooling mist blows o'er the wall
And strangely lonesome in the night
There comes the thrush's silvery call.

- Edwin W. Proctor



Winged Jewel
(The Huming, Bird)

Feathered fire of emerald .
Aflashing through the air,
Its throat a glowing jewel,
A ruby solitaire.

Intrepid wings are whirring
In airy, fairy flight,
Careening through the sunshine,
A scintillating sprite.

Then pendant o'er flower
It dips its dainty hill
And gathers honeyed nectar
From flowery cup and frill.

Now darting, swiftly turning,
It seeks the trumpet vine,
A little tropic jewel
Aflame with nectared wine.

- Cora L. Cone



Canterbury Bells

Long years ago devoted folk
Sought Canterbury's well-known shrine,
That in this church they might invoke
Saint Thomas for a heavenly sign.
And as they trod each rang a bell
For symbol of their pilgrim aim,
While all along the way the spell
Of nodding blossoms caused acclaim.
Today these flowers still are true
To the old title which they bear.
Swinging their bells, pink, white or blue,
With unheard pealings through the air.

- Edith M. Larrabee



The White Trillium

Trillium graceful, Trillium white,
Star of the woodland, Lady of light
Lo, how she prou!ily
Stands in the glade,
Tri-sceptred sovereign,
Queen of the shade.
Stately she rises,
Slender-stemmed, tall,
Gracious response to Spring's early call,
Lifting three leaf-arms
High from the sod,
Gazing with pure face lip at her god.

- Milena Matcska



Winter Embroidery

The snow upon the hillsides
Makes them like great flour sacks
On which the birds and animals
Have cross-stitched with their tracks.

- Thelma Ireland



Angels in My Garden

 

Among my gift begonias
Is one called "Angel-wing",
So true to form I fancy
I hear the seraphs sing.
For surely higher beings
Inspired the, friendly hearts
Of my new next-door neighbors
To give me these "new starts".

O Angels, hover always
About this garden spot!
Help- me to share life's blossoms
With those who have them not!
And from your shining wing-tips
Shake fragrance for the hearts
Of beauty-hungry thousands
Today, who need new starts!

 

- Irene Stanley

 

 

 

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