Color   I just stuck my nose up to the flower as I held it in my hand And looked at all its tiny leaves like gold from the land Thinking of the times my wife had wished for a few She considered it a good year if she ever saw two   Yellow ones or were they blue it's been awhile back Now days I can't remember cause recalling is a knack plants grew by the house and some days they bloomed my wife nurtured them like they would be consumed   and she'd sing that song we had learned in church 'we'll gather at the river" like a bird upon a perch I was riding for Mr. Carlisle that summer we were there Times were short on money and we'd often hire as a pair   she could work the cow and rode a bridle wise bay And she could out smart any of em on her worst day Then by chance I got tossed and broke a leg I was stuck for weeks mending like wine in a keg   Then it was my job to water things round the place Any piece of green that was taking up dry space So early in the morning I'd hobble out to sit Over by the tree before the hot day hit   From there I could take the water can and give a drink To those poor little plants that to her were a link To life that gave a brief respite from 24 hour work As she looked at the blossoms it was just a little perk   We moved away from that place and never went back But the flower thing continues and we never really lack Something growing we can water to bloom and remind That some color in your life can help you unwind

©Steve Dirksen