Buttercup

A buttercup in the field
glowing like the rays from the sun
smiling every time the sun peeks
at it as the clouds stream by

a buttercup in the field
all alone in a green sea
Smiles as birds fly by

A buttercup in the field.
No more

…as I lay here under my mother’s
blanket with her pretty
mixed flowers,
I start to think about
my friends and relatives
will I see them again?
how I wish I were above
my mother earth again
enjoying nature like I used to
and trying to understand
ways of life and it’s differences
now – well now I have
to face my book . . .
and wait for my grandfather
to speak to me.

1981




(Poem for Freshman English Class – I received “A”)