Sunflower Fields March 14, 2007
Sunflower Fields
From tiny seeds for planting
Little voices soon to scream
With rugged green stalks touching
Sunflower faces beam.
Sunflower fields are chattering
in the middle of the day
while the sun is shining
and the flowers have their way.
Heads turned to face each other
petals waving greetings yellow
A warm sunflower convention
Once a year to say hello.
Copyright 2007 JO Janoski
lovely. very nice. i like this.
This poem reminded of me of garden that was near my house when I was a little boy. The man grew sunflowers every year.
yeah I think sometimes it’s very benificial to hark back…get in touch with one’s inner child. It’s a cliche to say that, i know, but there’s truth in it - one is in danger of getting bitter and twisted with age. :)
those yelllow haloed faces of black
ever facing the sun
dancing to wind
forth and back
until the day is done
Peter…so true! My inner child and I are very good friends. lol
Ozy,
You’re on a roll! I love your poem here!
Terry,
I would love to have seen that garden!