Wildflower's 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

Sweet Wildflower by Colin Moffett

I climbed the mountainside
Clambered over rock and stone
Felt the peace of solitude
On its peak silently alone

Then I saw it blooming there
Though its leaves were torn, tattered
The wildflower of the mountain
With strong winds cruelly battered

I could see it struggled hard to live
Of its plight I took some pity
Mountain wildflower why bloom here
Come to my garden in the city

There you will live in calmer clime
Your life will be more at ease
No strong wind will harm your there
Your face kissed then by gentle breeze

I seemed to hear its voice reply
On its face a raindrop tear
I cannot go to a city garden
For my home is on the mountain here

God has planted me where He would
Here my abode the mountain high
If you took me from its slopes
Then alas my heart would die

Here I am nearer Heaven’s home
He has blessed with such a view to see
Of all the places I could have been
This was the home He had for me

Battered yes and bruised my leaves
Yet the sun shines on my face
Remove me not for not His will
That I should ever leave this place

I descended from the mountainside
Over me again its peak did tower
Pondering over the lesson I had learned
Taught to me by the sweet wildflower



Colin Moffett

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