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The Flower of My Town

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Gardening and my mother are on my mind today. So once again I would like to share this poem.

Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul

The flower of my Town

There is a song my mother sang

about the flower of her town

apparently it sprung up all around,

All you had to do was look at it

and it would make you smile.

The claim is no one who lived there

ever carried a frown.

Old wives told her that the reason

why hummingbirds loved to hover over

was because as legend had it

the flower was a long lost lover.

The magical bird and the beautiful red flower

had been human at some point in time

but the wrath of one mythical god

changed them forever

for no reason and no rhyme.

The bird destined to find its beloved

hovers over every red flower it sees

hoping one day it may recover

the love it lost and could never get over.

My mother the romantic believed that a love so true

had to end in happiness like in…

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A Poem a Day _ #1

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Carl Sandburg is one of my favorite poets. In honor of National Poetry Month I would like to share one of his poems. The title is what we all seek in life.

HAPPINESS

I asked my professors who teach the meaning of life to tell

me what happiness is.

And I went to famous executives who boss the work of

thousands of men.

They all shook their heads and gave me a smile as though

I was trying to fool with them.

And then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out along

the Des Plaines River.

And I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the trees with

their women and children and a keg of beer and

an accordion.

– Carl Sandburg

 

Carl August Sandburg was an American poet, writer, and editor. He won three Pulitzer Prizes: two for his poetry and one for his biography of Abraham Lincoln. Wikipedia

What is happiness to you? This is what it is to me. Write a Poem. 

My mother taught me about happiness one day.

She did not know I was watching her.

She spoke to the Daisies in her garden

and praised them. They began to dance.

Mom was never one to smile a lot

but that day she smiled the day away.

I too delight at the sight of daisies.

They put a smile on my face because

I will never forget

what happiness looks like.

– Melba Christie