Golden Bank

Upon the rocky bank the flowers stand.Like stars in the sky, so grand.Softly the wind whispersTickling the golden sisters.They give in and swayIn a jovial way.But it’s the sun they idolizeReaching, searching the skiesFlaunting their vivid manesIn the sun’s name. The area by the creek was covered with these black-eyed susan flowers. So I justContinue reading “Golden Bank”