The Sunflowers.....

The Sunflowers

At early dawn... like soldiers in their places...

rank upon rank the golden sunflowers stand...

gazing toward the east with eager faces...

waiting... until their god shall touch the land

to life and glory... longingly they wait...

those voiceless watchers at the morning's gate.

And all day long that silent worship lasts...

and as their god moves grandly down the west...

and every stem a lengthening shadow casts

toward the east... ah... they love him best...

and watch till every lingering ray is gone...

then slowly turn to greet another dawn.

~By Albert Bigelow Paine~

sunflowers.....another harbinger of fall.

sigh....