A Different View on Bloom Where You Are Planted

There it grew,

a bit of yellow gracing a thin, dark stem

on a field of green.

Delicate and vibrant.

How it would survive

as 5 and 6 year olds

trampled the ground 

and kicked the ball,

I did not know.

The game started

and the players ran.

They kicked the ball

each other

and laughed.

Coaches urged them on.

No one payed attention to the

lone tall flower.

They weren't careful to miss it.

They didn't side step it.

No one treasured it

while the game wore on.

No one rooted it on.

How it would survive

such carelessness,

I did not know.

But, it did.

~ Dorie