Susan, bold as she can be,Pretends no maiden modesty;
… flaunting her charm,
… city garden or farm,
She is a sight to see.
Brown gaze lifted toward the sky,
Bold as the sun, yet soft as a sigh;
… sweet blossom of spring,
… a pretty, young thing,
She sings, give love a try.
Susan, fresh as she can be,
Dances in fields wild and free,
… bumble bees in her hair,
… yellow skirts all a flair,
She is the love for me!
CLA
photograph originally posted on Controlled Chaos
July 27th, 2006
Photographer: Rob Harrington
Ahhhhh this is precious, very nice Quill, both your poem and the picture. Love a field of Brown eyed susans, don't see them much here, used to have them in Mom's garden.