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'Lupines'Upon the hill the lupines grow, They sway in the breeze like dancing gnomes Which take delight in all they see, As they sing their praise of the rolling sea. They catch the wind, then send it on And sigh in sadness when it has gone, Still they stand with pride, and cheer Never hanging their heads, never showing any fear. Butterflies flit as bubblebees buzz Among their luscious blossoms fair, To sample sweet their generous heart, And bask in the glow of their colourful stare. Each morn they coax the rising sun To shine with pride for what it's done, Then they wave goodnight as they blow a kiss To nightfall's charm in the moonlight bliss. And as they sleep the sea rolls on though never far it roams from them, Through storms, through gales, or what may come, Their pink and purple will endure as they dance in the wind, And share deep their fun. Rusty Blackwood. Copyright 2005-09. ~ In the summer of 2005 I traveled to Prince Edward Island to spend a few days with my best childhood girlfriend. Upon arrival to her home in the New London area I was swept away by the panoramic vista of pink, purple, and white Lupines. They grow wild, patches of them standing like colourful little soldiers amongst greenery sprouting from the Island's red earth. It was their beautiful free spirits which inspired this poem. ~ R.B. >All rights reserved by Author< 
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