Wildflower covered field, a mix of Black eyed Susans, Queen Anne’s Lace, and blue Bachelor buttons. All scattered amongst the green of the grass. Butterflies of Orange trimmed in black with white poke a dots flutter from flower to flower. Oak and Maple trees line the perimeter of the field. With the occasional Honeysuckle bush. Over head the Sun is shining bright. No clouds in sight just clear blue sky. I a child of maybe five run, and play. Picking a bouquet of wildflowers. While my father digs holes for fence posts. He’s building a wooden fence, for the horses. Now, this is just a memory forever immortalized within my heart, and mind.
– Jamie Whorton ©