Golden Rod SunriseA Poem by Sunflower/Sara KendrickFree Verse
Previous Version This is a previous version of Golden Rod Sunrise. The artist used the Golden Rods As a paintbrush Swept across the sky Painted yellow sunshine Bright against the natural eye
Then the artist used Cornflowers Filled in all the empty space This gracious sky he decorated On this my fall day
But much earlier this morn The poor country bride Swept across the dale Right before my eyes Dressed in her gray muslin gown
Adorned in her bridal vale Dragging her gray shawl Agaiinst the red clay ground Running up the hill On across the swift running creek
Her sad laughter very shrill As she danced and skipped Happy with her new love found
She had married the artist Who painted away The gray fog of the morning With the Golden Rod today © 2010 Sunflower/Sara Kendrick |
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