The Sunflower

February 1, 2009
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There was a field
There was a patch
And in the patch,
That was in a field,
Was a sunflower

The sunflower was shaded by trees,
But grew none the less,

It was nibbled by birds,
Pestered by bees,
And pelted by butterflies,
But did it die, no, it lived on

No matter the season,
No matter the weather,
The sunflower grew

It had a rich, brown heat
And a crown of gold

At times its leaves fell,
And its seeds, they scattered,
But our sunflower grew

Then, a boy came,
To the field,
And to the patch

He pulled the sunflower,
With care,
From the dirt

He took the sunflower from the patch,
From the field,
To a cart

In the cart was a tin bucket,
And in the bucket was dirt

The boy put the sunflower,
So beautiful,
In the bucket

He drove the cart to a house,
He put the sunflower by a bed

By the bed was a woman,
The woman was pale, and she held a baby
But she was smiling

She took the sunflower,
Smelling it's sent,
And laughed

A man came,
And took the baby

And there the sunflower stayed,
In the house,
By a window,
With the boy,
The baby,
Laughing woman,
And the smiling man

The sunflower looked to the sun,
And flourished with the love of a family

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sue said...
Feb. 18, 2009 at 11:11 am
Wow Nieva! What a beautiful poem. It is increadibly vivid - your choice of words bring pictures in my mind. It's sad and beatiful at the same time. Keep writing!!! Sue. And, thanks to Maddie for sending this to me!!!
dimondgurl97 said...
Feb. 17, 2009 at 4:07 pm
I totally love this poem!! it is kinda sad!! ttul. i will send it to antonia and my mom. from maddie
zschemm09 said...
Feb. 17, 2009 at 2:33 pm
nieva, as much as i would like to say it sucks,i cant because it rocks!!!!
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