Prolog & Poem By Leah
While upon an often traveled highway, I noticed a field of sunflowers growing. A few weeks later while riding, the same stretch of road, to my delight and imagination, the sunflowers were all in full bloom, all looking toward the same direction in the sky. I could barely wait to tell Allen! A few days later found the two of us enjoying the wondrous display together in amazement and awe. It's delights such as this beautiful field in golden array, that sparks the fires of fantasy for this artist. It is my belief that each one of us, from time to time should delight the child within us, and make time in our busy, scheduled lives to stop and play in such a field as this. Work time is all so important, but without that playtime, I fear that we would soon lose a more important aspect of life; the joy of living!
My gypsy soul longs to run wild and free through the fields
Of taller than me giant sunflowers.
To hide my restrictions and inhibitions amongst those
Bountiful leaves that reach to cover all my restraints.
To hide in the shadows of their images all that would
Hold me in bondage.
To lay down under their covering those ropes and chains that
Tug ferociously against my nature.
And once done, I can again dance the dance of the gypsys,
And sing merrily as I shake my tambourine.
In the full moon's sparkling and magical light,
The drum beat of my heart pounds a mystical, hypnotic cadence
As I succumb to the allure and intrigue that has fervently seduced me
As I find myself stopping, then running through the sunflower fields.
Singing: "dance little gypsy girl, dance for me. Dance little gypsy girl, wild and free."
Leah © 2005
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|Reviewed by jude forese
|exceptionally beautiful imagery ...|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Splendid poem and photo, creating a buoyant mood that makes one giddy. Thanks for the thrills;-)!
|Reviewed by Cynthia Borris
|Wonderful photo and excellent portrait of words. Thanks for the journey back to being a kid.
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|I can see the brightness of these yellow giants and feel the summer breeze on my face as I dance in this field of mother natures best. Great write and great thoughts highlighted by the picture.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|I used to do that. Well, not exactly that. But I DID eat sunflower seeds. That count? LOL Just kidding around, lovely poem.|
|Reviewed by Debby & Gordon Rosenberg
|thanks for taking me there - i've seen fields like that in the Dakotas - they are amazing and do beckon with those sunny faces - dance on!|
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|OH, get a haircut and a job, damn hippie gypsy freaks are all alike...LOL! Chanting of seduction while banging that tamborine, next thing you will be doing is going to the airport and becoming a hare krishna...;) Ed|
|Reviewed by Dawn Richerson
|the spirit of this beautiful poem filled my life with smiles today. thanks Leah. and great photo Allen. Dawn|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|And once done, I can again dance the dance of the gypsys,
Something we truly all need to do much more often - a wonderful prologue and poem, Leah. Love the photo, too!
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|Very lovely imagery!!!!! I like this one a lot!!!!!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|i like this! Kansas sunflowers are in full bloom just now, lovely|
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|This is so very beautiful, so filled with such lovely imagery, I could just see you there, standing in that beautiful field of sunflowers, what a joy that would be!