By Abrielle Johnson ’23
Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
The journey is long,
And so is her hair
Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
The flow is smooth,
Just like her legs
Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
Her treatment is kind,
And so is her eyes
Foxglove in hedges,
Surround the farm,
Pink is pale,
Just like her arms
She is so pretty,
And has such great style,
Purposes are illuminating,
And so is her smile
The moon is beautiful,
Just like you
Abrielle – thanks for sharing this wonderful poem. I read it to my wife, and we loved the rhythm and images of the poem. Foxglove is near and dear to us.