Wild Flowers

wildflowersThey are building another new house
Where the wildflowers bloomed.
The red clay dirt has been scraped,
Trenches scored for footings.
The indian paint brush, black eyed susans,
And fire wheels have disappeared

Soon cement, studs, and flooring
Will occupy that space.
After the brick and inside work,
Green sod will fill the yard.
Maybe a swing set with laughing children
Or dog run will appear.

In a year or two daffodils,
Yopon holly, canna lilies, or elephant ear
Will soften the rigid red brick.
Marigolds or impatients
May line the walks.
Perhaps they will plant a flowering pear tree.

I cannot wander that path anymore.
Now I must walk on a road.

Cerita M. Hewett
June 10, 2002




Transplants are tender.
Need nourishment,
Wilt in the heat of the day,
Perk up in the cool of the evening.
Crave life giving water.

The older they are the greater the risk,
Some may not make the transition
From the familiar,
To the new surprising garden.

Many with extra care
Put down new roots and flourish.
They once again bear fruit.

Cerita M. Hewett
June 3, 2015
Revised July 6, 2015