Forget me Not

 

 

When bees hum in the linden tree
and roses bloom in cottage plots.
Along the brookside banks we see
the blue wild forget-me-nots.

Shy flowers that shun the prying eye -
content to let the daisy hold,
The glances of the passers-by -
with brazen stare of white and gold.

Forget-me-not!
From long ago it stirs the thought
of happier days.
For memories like wildflowers grow -
along the heart's untrodden ways.

by Patience Strong