Saturday, May 2, 2009

Romance on the prairie




A Bouquet of Wild Flowers
By Laura Ingalls Wilder

"The Man of the Place
brought me a
bouquet of wild flowers
this morning.
It has been a habit
of his for years.
He never brings me
cultivated flowers
but always
the wild blossoms
of field and woodland
and I think them
much more beautiful."

Originally published
in the Missouri Ruralist
(20 July 1917)

Image by pr9000

6 comments:

distracted by shiny objects said...

As do I...

Rudee said...

And so do I...

Gaston Studio said...

Oh yes, wild flowers are so free and beautiful! Good poem.

Pyzahn said...

Once when I was living out of state from my family but back for a visit, my young cousin stopped by and brought me a bouquet of wild flowers she had picked. To this day, I can remember few gestures that have touched me so deeply.

Thanks for reminding me of that sweet memory.

Erin Davis said...

Thanks for reminding me why I have loved Laura Ingalls Wilder since I was 5 years old.

Kathleen said...

Distracted, Rudee--me, three! Got a fave?

Gaston--well said: free and beautiful. I think that adds to the sweetness. Say, I've tried to add myself as a follower on your site 3 times and 3 time my computer has balked. But I'm determined to make it work. Just wanted you to know!

Pyzah--What a totally sweet gesture. You must have been quite special to your young cousin. I'm not surprised!

Erin--I had no idea that LIW had written so much besides the little house series. I was delighted to find out about her essays. I believe she was in her 50s or 60s when she wrote the piece I quoted. I'm looking forward to reading more of her work for adults now.

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