Wild Flowers
By Beth Miller
Driving down the broad-shouldered road
Bright warm sunny summer day.
Air conditioner on, windows shut;
Singing along with the hit of the week.
Stop the car by the side of the road;
Walk to the edge of the pavement;
Zoom the camera lens focus
On the glorious, bright, natural, silent, wild flowers.
Enlarge the pictures and hang them on the walls
In the air-conditioned, closed curtained apartment.
(Sunlight would fade the furniture and heat the place.)
“I just love nature,“ sighs the contented hostess.