Sunflowers

As I drive.
I see fields.
Fields of rice and cotton.

Oh my dear Arkansas.

You are my home.
Raised me from your dirt.
Feed me from your fields.
Lighted my way by the moon.

Oh my dear Arkansas .

I grew up in you.
Growing to dream.
Growing to love.

I see honeysuckle.
Tulips and dandelions as I walk through my old town.
I however I relate to the sunflower.

Some see as a weed.
A tall plant.
Just there for the birds and decorations.

I see something beautiful.
Growing toward t he Sun.
As I grow to reach for my dreams.

As the sunflower I try to see the brightness in life.
And as a sunflower I may seem sometimes like a odd weed.

Yet I am just a unique flower.
Just like the sunflower.

Reviews

[Avinash]

There is no place like home where all the senses become alive.

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem dear Poet.
"Yet I am just a unique flower.
Just like the sunflower. "
I do like the above lines. Good to be like a sunflower. Thank you Raylene for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Raylene]

Thank you so much

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Raylene.

[Shabeeh Haider]

Thank you for giving a glimpse of the place where you were born. But a poet always goes a shade deeper. It is the sunflower that has caught your attention. A flower that looks the sun in the eye, a flower that reaches out for its dreams. A flower that represents brightness. A truly unique flower.
Indeed a unique poem by a unique poet.

[Raylene]

Thank you that means a lot to me

[iamshadowine]

this is so pretty! lovely write!
keep writing :D

[Raylene]

Thank you dear