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He was returning from a scout
on a close late summer day
most of which had near run out
as the heat to cool gave way.

Turning into his long rutted drive
in his old pitted pick up truck
he wondered how long it would survive;
a few more years with any luck.

The bumpy way alerted him
to look around upon the world
with eyes aging though far from dim.
He saw late summer flowers had unfurled.

So he stopped....and took the riot in
of colors: yellow, blue, red and white
and on a whim decided then
to gather some flowers so bright.

Knowing wild flowers are quick to wilt
he looked for a vessel to fill up
with canteen water without silt.
He saw naught but a McDonald's cup.

So he filled it and stepped into tall grass
took out his Old Timer pocket knife
and began cutting flowers he'd pass,
a bouquet with which he'd surprise his wife.

Here were crimson clover blooms blood red.
Here were frost flowers white and blue.
Here were golden rod as in a bed
and flowers whose names he never knew.

Till soon the cup would hold no more
so he got back in his tired truck
carefully bracing the cup on dirty floor
dusty from months of dried up red muck.

He turned the key to complete his day trip
and bounced the last one tenth a mile
attentive the "vase" didn't tip
unaware he wore a tiny smile.

He pulled into his parking space
got out and gently closed the door
spied then added a single Queen Anne's lace
to the arrangement on the floor.

Up the steps on creaky knees.
There sat the loved he had gathered these for
(he hoped the weeds don't make her sneeze)
a thought he should have had before.

He produced the flowers from behind his back
just as her eyes left the romance book
and a smile began with a slight crack
Then built into a loving look.

Style / type: 
Structured: Western
Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing stage: 
Content level: 
Not Explicit Content


.please stan read my SOS below thanks

going around begging for comments is not a good look for you or anybody

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poetic friends

My hurting your feelings was unintentional. And I'm fully aware you have been writing about 4 times as long as I have. But I thought you would want the truth from me as to how your deleted comment looked. Perhaps your skin is thinning out a bit ? lol

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1] Where are the eyes after 'aging'?

2] [And then decided] [on a whim] instead of the other way around?

3] [His] day trip?

In a hurry to post it for your lover? Proof-reading is a good thing! Never time wasted.

~ Geez.

It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

Believe it or not I actually Did proof read this. But too often I see what I intend instead of what's there. But luckily I have editors (like you) to help me out. I'll get those typos taken care of soon

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I am always glad to help out. Your work is always interesting to me; because, I see the everyday man who loves his wife, remembers the past and is unsure of the future. You write as though you are still standing in the place you wrote about. As to seeing what you intended, [no matter what it says], That happens to me all the time, I have to go back and rerwrite some things right after I post them, because I didn't see it, until it was [in print]? LoL ~Geez.

It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

Yeah, old see and say me lol

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I find this a little DULL.

as long as it's just a Little dull I guess I can get by. I appreciate your honesty in how you found this. Maybe later I can write something wort reading

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I shall look forward to that.

BUT I will be gone like the summers breeze If you don't help me from the cold freeze
They must send ADVICE to my Lovedly email id
all others are lost
I sent a message to Paul.
This laps top is deadly drunk kindly look into it like you did last time
Else good bye to all Neopoets I loved
Thanks Stan sorry for this scribble here
If later all is well I will score this off with my usual Bows

oldest PAL left
now I'm @82 little time left with you
Rgds to Susan ma'am

Your PMs are all gone? Have you contacted Paul about your troubles? HE is the tech wizard here not me. If you are unable to message him then let me know and I'll pass your troubles on to him.

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SO I MAY NOT GET in touch at all oh I see Sorry for the caps eyes half blind u know


I expect he will be able to resolve the problem

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stan ur a grandest man
let me see somehow got this via fire fox which is normally off rgds

over 11 years ago. To ere is human to really screw up requires computers lol

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Pauls message came here
I gave him more information
pl sos again in a day or two
thanks stan

to help when I can

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