I journeyed deep along mountain paths
Contemplating life’s complexities
By chance, a wondrous meadow did pass
Its perfume afloat a restful breeze
Widely I gazed yet could see no end
Swaying and moving to nature’s strain
Wildflowers surfing on summer’s wind
Their brown faces crowned in yellow reign
With poet’s hand I devoured the scene
But words to their song I could not lend
Yet I watched them dance upon the green
My saddened heart rose and I did mend
Though I could not capture the repose
With failing words I sadly moved on
My tablet filled with half-written prose
And pen eager to sing unheard songs
Jerry Brotherton 
you did the field of sunflowers justice, what a stunning photo .. a favourite flower of mine if you hadn’t noticed :)
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Thank you. Here in Montana they do not grow very tall. When I lived in Missouri, they could reach 8 feet. I earned money during the summers as a kid weeding them from soybean fields.
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wow to work in fields of them, amazing .. my profile photo is the very first one I grew but I cheated as it’s a miniature which has 13-16 flowers on each stem so very different :)
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Yes, Kansas is the Sunflower State where they are farmed for seeds. Hundreds of acres of them.
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wow what a vision that must be and I love their seeds :)
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A beautiful poem photo pairing, Jerry!
We have wild sunflowers that grow along the highways in the Summer. They are so pretty! A native Amercian friend told me they believe that as high as those sunflowers get in the Summer will be how much snow we can expect in the winter. I asked, “Every snow will be THAT high? or does it predict the whole Winters accumulation of snow?” :o Ha!
I wrote a poem about sunflowers once.
HUGS and Happy Friday to you and your wife!!! :-)
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Thanks. I never heard of that one. Back in Missouri, it was how much space between the stripes on a brown wooly worm determined how long the winter would last. I’de like to read the poem, is it in your archive?
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:-)
I will put my sunflower poem here for you…
sunflowers
are a beautiful part
of nature’s poetry
wild, happy, friendly flowers
growing free
they line the highway
welcoming all who pass by
sunflowers
bright with a golden glow
faces turning upward to court the sun
i’d rather have sunflowers in my yard
than jewels around my neck
“the earth laughs in flowers,” said emerson
well, ralph waldo, flowers make me laugh
especially sunflowers
©sunflowers.carolyns.9.15.2007
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Wonderful. The country girl in you definitely shines in these words. Not many city slickers would be willing to trade their jewels for flowers.
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Magical imagery expertly conveyed.
“Wildflowers surfing on summer’s wind
Their brown faces crowned in yellow reign” This be the work of an Alchemist of word !
Thank you
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Aaaah! I am truly humbled by your words. (Really, I’m dancing around the room with joy.) You know…that feeling you have when someone ‘gets’ what you have to say. Thank you.
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I really loved reading this poem Jerry. I could relate to the rhyming style of your poem too as I love a good rhyme. I have a poetry blog here on WordPress and today’s post is about sunflowers in case you have time to look? Sunny greetings, Sam :)
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Thanks Sam. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I hopped over to check out your site. You have such a wonderful place. You definitely have a new follower and fan of your work with me.
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Thanks Jerry. It is great to connect with organic poets like yourself :)
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