Discovering a flower farm.
Savoring the warmth of the sun,
Illuminating a rainbow of petals…
In the bed of an old work truck.
I stood there as if I were still nine.
Not moving an inch.
I suddenly felt…
No, I always felt whenever I was around flowers,
Like I had just inhaled…
An exhilarating breath of fresh air.
Just one of the many reasons to leave the city.
For the Sunday Muse
Photo: Source
https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
Savoring the warmth of the sun,
Illuminating a rainbow of petals…
In the bed of an old work truck.
I stood there as if I were still nine.
Not moving an inch.
I suddenly felt…
No, I always felt whenever I was around flowers,
Like I had just inhaled…
An exhilarating breath of fresh air.
Just one of the many reasons to leave the city.
For the Sunday Muse
Photo: Source
https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
I love the line and thought, "I stood there as if I were still 9". This is lovely and sweet Vicki!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Carrie.
DeleteOh, I want to leave the city with you and be in this beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Susie.
DeleteLove the sense of discovery in this.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Chrissa.
DeleteThis convinces me too to leave the city. Beautiful . . :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Eddie.
DeleteCities can be stifling, indeed... especially if we let them.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Magaly.
DeleteMaybe part of us is always still nine. ;-)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Shay.
DeleteI love the feeling of always being nine. I love living in the country too! Hope you get to escape soon! This is such a sweet poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Toni.
DeleteLovely story, flowers always freshen the day!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Regina.
DeleteLovely poem and the mention of being nine was wonderful in this.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sara.
DeleteLovely poem. An old ute filled with flowers in the outback is something you will never see...beer cans maybe. American bush folk seem far more poetic than their Aussie cousins:)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rall.
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