Knighted by Queen Anne
Goldenrod is a nobleman
loyal guardian of Her Majesty’s meadow.
In August, with your metal seat as hot as a branding iron,
you rumble across the fields, chewing rocks and cutting grass.
True champion of summer.
At the charming roadside stand wait
garden embellishments for tourists.
Paper weights for memories.
Docile and dainty,
your genial disposition
makes you the queen of the dairy.
What’s your story Morning Glory?
Trumpeting delight in each new day.
It beckons you to venture
into the heart of mystery.
The bank is soft as an easy chair.
The water a cool embrace.
The sky is as blue as a robin’s egg.
Perfect summer day.
Hostess to the bee,
you make his fuzzy jacket pale in comparison
to your explosion of color.
A tree of great courage
refused to be broken
and dared to reach for the sky.
Glimmering in the sun.
Hungering for fenders.