I understand why we protect the wilflowers now
English: Wildflowers (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.
I sit on the hill in the midst of a wildflower field.
Small flowers moving in the gentle breeze.
I sit at bay from a good friend grave.
I came to tell him that, I was alright.
His death broke me down.
I stayed home and he went to war alone.
We were comrades in many battles for 12 years.
Raised our children together.
He joined the National Guard and I was tire of war.
The howling storm of war.
Took my friend on three tours in Iraq.
A roll-over in Iraq took a father of two beautiful girl .
On the final journey.
I hear the leader’s telling me.
God is on our side.
This war is worth the blood of our men and woman.
I lay with the wildflowers.
Allowing them to take me to a better place.
I see my friend face. I remember his smile and can hear his laughter
when I close my eyes.
I know what he would tell me.
“What done is done. Take care of my babies and don’t cry for me.
I died for love, freedom and the untried. War is hell. Don’t let my
children forget how much I loved them.”
My friend loved the country.
He lived in a small town who cried a thousand tears for him at his funeral.
Now his grave is decorated with a bronze star and fresh flowers from his daughter.
I planted wildflowers seeds around his grave.
Drank two miller’s beer and left four for him.
I whispered to the wind. “Please take care of a good Soldier and friend.”
The wildflowers are dancing in the breeze.
I looked at the wildflowers, free and uncontrolled. I think it is good to be like a wildflower.
Never be locked in or forgotten.
I understand now why we protect the wildflowers.
I salute my friend’s grave.
Do a silence prayer and whisper.
“I will ensure you will not be forgotten.”
Coyote
John Castellenas
2013
Thanks for sharing your thoughts on yahoo. Regards
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You are welcome.
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very beautiful
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Wildflowers are the best of all. Although I have roses and many other types of flowers in my gardens, it’s the wildflowers I love the most and they never let me down.
This is a beautiful and heartfelt tribute to your friend.
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Thank you. I like the wildflowers. They are free and make us know not all things can be controlled.
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Beautiful poem, John. I have nominated you for a Very Inspiring Blogger Award. If you would like to receive it, head over to my post about it, for instructions! Your poems touch many chords, and so do those wild flowers blowing in the wind.
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Thank you for the nomination. I do appreciate. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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This post is a whole, fresh field of wildflowers for your friend. Peace to him, and to you.
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Thank you reading and the kind words.
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A wonderful, heartfelt write you have shared, my friend, thankyou for sharing such a thought provoking write, which works through the mind on so many levels :)!
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Real life teaches us to appreciate the simple things. My good friend children are woman now and he would be a grandfather and very proud of them. War take the best from us. Thank you for reading and the reblog.
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The harshness of life makes us appreciate the air we breathe etc. War, by the true way of understanding, is meaningless . Yet to understand that fact, makes one far better a person. You’re very welcome for the read and reblog 🙂 All the best, my friend, take care :)!
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Reblogged this on stuartcrossley's Blog.
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Lovely tribute to your friend. Protect the wildflowers of this world, the free and uncontrolled.
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Good to be free and uncontrolled. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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wild flowers are survivors in all odds..
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They do. A symbol of freedom. Thank you for reading and comment.
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nice post 🙂 keep writing!
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Beautiful, touching words for your friend.
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Thank you for reading and the comment. We need to remember good friends and family members missed.
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