Thou Art Like A Flower
"Thou art like a flower,"
Ran an old song line.
What flower did he mean?
She might have been a quiet blue flower.
She wore crimson carnations perhaps.
She may have planted tall sunflowers
Stooping with hollyhocks around a kitchen doorstep.
They may have picked bluebells together
Or talked about wild arbutus they found.
Perhaps she knew what he meant by telling her:
"Thou art like a flower."
Carl Sandburg