Dahlias; A Poem
There once was a bright young lass
beautiful and fair;
Hair of gold, and eyes of blue,
Her home and family she did take care.
The sounds of people filled her village
As the morning sun rose
And she looked around her humble cottage
While her family still dozed
What she saw
Brought her delight,
But alas
Something wasn't quite right.
Nothing was missing, everything was there
Her childhood home was still the same
But something was amiss
But to her mind no explanation came.
So she took her horse
To see if she could solve
The the mystery that had come forth
And the doubts resolve.
So She rode to the river
Flowing strong and fierce.
Letting the sounds of water soothe her
Hoping her thoughts would clear
As she rode something caught her eye
Over on the other bank of the river
Was a patch of Dahlias flowers
So beautiful she trembled if you looked upon her.
“That's what i need,”
She decided with a nod
“To brighten up my home,
So it no longer seems abroad.”
But then she noticed with a sigh
That she would have to cross
The wildest part of the river
Which made her ask if she could live with the loss
But no!
She decided as she looked again
The flowers were delicate, and lovely
And far too precious to abandon
So taking off her shoes and stockings,
She stepped into the water
Making sure she wouldn’t slip
As her father had taught her.
She found the water icy and frigid
As it ran over her toes
That made them tingle
In the water all but froze
She had to ask again
If the trip was worth
All the pain and trouble
That the river brought forth
“Of course!”
She decided then
“I need to make the journey
If my home will ever be the same again.”
She started wading through the river,
And the water rose
Up to her knees and her waist
So much she worried it would rise to her nose
Her clothes were wet
And the water was freezing
And she shivered a shiver
That was not very pleasing
But she pressed on
Hoping and praying
That she would make it across
But her doubts kept staying.
Then the current grew stronger,
And her feet began to slip
And she hoped with all her might
that she would not trip
She stumbled on the sharp rocks
under her feet
Being thrown and splashed by the water
Feeling no heat
“How shall I ever make it across?”
She asked herself feeling torn
“If I slip and fall, I would float away, and never make it there.”
She sighed and turned away with forlorn.
But then she noticed
With a smile
That she was more than halfway there
Her efforts were all worthwhile!
She then pushed on through the water
Feeling a new sense of strength
And her balance was true
She went the length
And when she reached the bank
She stepped in the sand
Feeling joy
And happy to again be on land
Though she was cold throughout her body
She paid no attention to the shiver that remained
She jumped in the air and shouted with triumph
“I made it!” She happily exclaimed
Then she walked over
to the reason she was there
And picked the beautiful flowers
Handling each with care
Then without stopping
Even to rest
She went again in the river
Having accomplished her test
The river still fought her
The rocks still sharp
The water still cold
In which swam grumpy carp
But she was not bothered one bit anymore
As she held the flowers above her head
“I know I will make it to the other bank.”
Feeling courageous as this she said
As she had announced
She made it there
With a feeling of peace
Beyond compare
She returned home
Feeling excited
Showing all her family
Who was delighted
And now in a vase
On a small wooden table
Glows the flowers she picked
Happiness in the room it enables
They never wilted
If only one thing
You take care of them gently
And to one another be loving
Taking this poem
Into consideration
What can i learn
From the representation?
The river of life is fierce
And cold
And painful
And bold
But if we keep our eyes on our destination
And remember the joy we feel with it near
The river of life, though rough as I said;
Can give you no fear.