Sara Fielder


A Sunday Drive


Texas billboards wound my eyes
Every mile apart
They lure the cars on 35
To burgers and gas marts
But as I stretch my vision down
The line of road ahead
They're nullified when soon I spy
A mass of flower beds
They aren't the kind that Granny's find
And plant from catalogs
Always a disappointment when
They bear no fruit at all
No these are weaved among the weeds
Along the roadside ditch
They're wildflowers consisting of
Milk thistle perched by finch
Their purple orbs tall ornaments
Protruding, taking cue
From all the yellow yarrow that
Contrasts with robin blue
That's crowded thick among the mix
And craves all the attention
The blue bonnets that sit like hats
On stems that aren't worth mention
And like the bush 'twas burning on
The mountain of Sinai
The paintbrush named for Indians
With their head dresses thrive!
And as my mind reflects upon
This flower popping power
I never even notice that
The drive lasted for hours

Written by Sara Fielder © May 2013

Submitted: Monday, May 13, 2013
Edited: Sunday, October 19, 2014

Topic of this poem: nature

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  • Freshman - 1,517 Points Smoky Hoss (12/16/2013 10:16:00 AM)

    Beauty, unsuspected, found in the midst of a dusty landscape, how perfect. Wonder is always there, if only we open the eyes-of-our-heart to see it. Very good poem! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 858 Points Thomas A Robinson (5/22/2013 2:25:00 AM)

    Drove across Texas.? More than hours!
    Always a drive across Texas leaves one full of comments.
    Flowers yes but I would think that they were just one of many things you could have commented on.
    But you choose a paintbrush made of camel hair words and across a.page splash
    away so we are now aware. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Ace Of Black Hearts (5/13/2013 7:46:00 PM)

    Beautiful Poem, flowers are always better then billboards stacked along the roadside. Advertisements that are unavoidable distractions, yet it is not where the eyes look yonder? Doesn't that make you wonder, what is it they are truly accomplishing. (Report) Reply

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