Indian Paintbrush (My Favorite Wildflower)

Indian Paintbrush (My Favorite Wildflower) short poem

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In early spring,
The Indian Paintbrush,
A lush plant,
Begins appearing in every color of the spectrum.
Continually blooming throughout the summer,
Across Dad’s trap-line.
The spectrum of colors,
Indicate the different minerals that are found in the soil.

The Indian Paintbrush,
My favorite wildflower-
I admire the bumble bees,
And butterflies that are flitting about,
From plant to plant,
Creating a pollen shower!
Pollen being driven on a gentle breeze.
The Indian Paintbrush,
I have chosen by choice!
With the spectrum of colors,
Blending together in the whispering breeze.
Ah! The serenity of Nature’s voice-
Each Indian Paintbrush individually created,
With unique characteristics;
Drawing me into the inner most depths of Creation-
Sensing the absolute love of Nature, my spirit does rejoice!

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TamAirah Pedersen Campbell

Thank you Jimmy! ;-D


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