I love to see wildflowers grow
Along a country road.
Without fanfare they strive to bloom,
Though humble their abode.
Blue asters and wild daisies,
Goldenrod and Queen Anne's lace -
Flowers grown in country style
With quaint old-fashioned grace.
They ask no special favors -
This hardy little band
Will grow and quickly multiply,
Spread cheer where'er they can.
To a weary traveler's heart,
None could ever be so grand
As wildflowers blooming by the road,
Planted by God's own hand.
Kay Hoffman
Joy is very infectious;
therefore, be always full of joy.
Mother Teresa
