Wildflowers Heart Of Gold

Customs of community, social behavior, unmet
Uncultivated flower, civilized, not as yet
There truth be told, she's merely a weed
Insidiously she’ll produce treacherous seed

The rose, the lily, ones of upper class, high prestige
Take preference over her and therefore precede
Forbidden to attend such a formal garden estate
In the wild you can feast upon her golden plate

Comely to some, but outcast, in the eyes of elite
Due to their exalted standards she does not meet
Gathering her bedding amongst the lower class
Happiness, contentment exceeds, expectations surpass

Her position carries not reign upon pedestals high
Nor does she seek exaltation in the platinum sky
Illuminations of life, destiny cries as a silvery lake
A silhouette, shadow brought forth by light to make

Beauty rides down the path on chariots of love
Grain of sand, a pearl forms, grayish white sphere of
Whispers in the cross winds of riches untold
Found lying beneath, in Wildflower's Heart Of Gold

Patricia A Moore
July 24 2010

Reaping Laughter

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Hi y’all…..
This ole country girl’s stuck shoveling muck
To not do this chore there’s no suck luck
But that’s ok one shovel at a time
Scoop by scoop till I feel like am dieing

And don’t you sit there with that there smirk
What goes around comes around in this here dirt
So in that, my garden will be, beautiful and green
When this here dirt, does it’s thing

Then you’ll hear those spouts shout
Move aside am coming out!
Now go ahead laugh all you want
Laughter’s a good thing, but not, for those that don’t

Y’all jus’ sit there if you will
And watch me work ,if that’s your thrill-
But when those fruit come burstin’ out
Rest assured, will without a doubt

That I’ll be restin’ in the shade
Nibbin’ fruit, that God made
And don’t get angry, don’t get mad
When I’ll be laughin’ when your sad

I won’t hear your petty pout,
When I have mine, you’ll go without
So grab your shovel ,Grab your hoe
For what you reap you’ll surely sow…..

So grab your shovel ,Grab your hoe
For what you reap you’ll surely sow….
Surely sow..surely sow…

Patricia A Moore.. Louis Gander