In the field, near my house, where I would play there grew one beautifully glowing orange wildflower.
I would never think to pick it for fear that the next day i would not be able to enjoy it’s beauty.
Lou
this is cool. makes me think about cars> wow jesus what> man crap wild flowr wlidflower WIldflower man i am slow ok wildflower…nice camping by a fall…niagra falls maybe.
tudor
the wildflower was pretty and wild, like a wild strawberry but it was not a strawberry, it was a flower.
natalia
a field of red and orange and blue
wind is weaving in between the petals
bees buzz
birds fly
I lie and sit by the outskirt
by the trees on the brim
I smell wildflowers
Alex Poniz
are wildflowers weeds? because i was always told that if it grows without being planted then its some kind of weed. but how can a flower be a weed? especially if its colorful like a tiger lilly. is that a wildflower? is it a weed?
Kaitlin
spring is releasing its scents and feelings in the air… the joy of new beginnings.
I want to fly and not be tied down with feeling sad.
I love you
renee
grows to and fro about the cold and sun.
it knows no boundaries given to it by some.
M.C. Hoov
As I sit in the field surrouned by the most beautiful fragrant flowers known to man, I finally have time to reflect on the day. I don’t remember ever being so content. My family is healthy and strong, my friends are doing well and are as supportive as ever, and I’m in the middle of heaven, surrounded by wildflowers. Life is good.
Todd
I love wildflowers – they mostly make me think of Wyoming where the wildflowers are short-lived in the summer, but blanket the prairies and plains, the mountains and riverbanks. Gorgeous!
Marie Coleman
I dreamed about wildflowers last night. I was floating through them, inhaling their fragrance and reveling in their simplistic beauty.
Jane
I think it is yellow and grows in a field or something. It is a compound word. They are plentiful in number. No other flower grows around it. It doesn’t have a smell. I don’t like them.
Lakesha
wildflowers in fields. they’re purple, orange, yellow. Leaves, stems. Pedals. Amazing. So many of them. Passing them while on the highway. Converging with the trees. They go deep in the forest. Deer step through them. Wildflowers are all around me. They go out to the horizon and touch the sky.
Alyssa
I love wildflowers. In Colorado, they scatter the mountains, adding polka dots of color to an otherwise drab hillside. My mother always picks a bundle and puts them in a glass of water to use as a table centerpiece. There’s a certain charm to that.
Tammy
wildflower in spring in a green field of new life, wildlife. dancing butterflies playing around the flowers
Marinda
Wildflower of beautiful floating sunset,
head towards the moon,
revel in the beauty of the moment,
watch as things begin to melt,
and we continue to float, float, float
through the eternal mists towards that eternal wildflower
Allyn
like a wildflower she grew through weathers adverities. Through rain and snow, wind and rain she stretched herself towards the sun.
Though she was steeped in concrete roots she was still able to feel warmth and love from the heat of the light.
tafrina
the field was full of brilliant wildflowers, but all she could think of as the grass and petals swept against her legs was him. she closed her eyes and wept, for all the beauty in the world, and for everything she had lost. the breeze brushed back her hair, and she sank to her knees to mourn her brother. she gathered up a handful of wildflowers and scattered them in the wind, a requiem for everything.
Link
Throughout the world a wildflower is a weed. But to me it is nature at its best. The simple beauty of a flower, growing where seemingly nothing else can; in a parking lot, along a highway. For some states a wildflower is their state flower; there before the first settlers.
jepcke
This morning I picked a wildflower out of a field as I was passing by. I carried it in my hand as I walked on my way, and when I got home I put it in a tiny glass jar. By evening it was dead. I suppose wildflowers need to stay where they are, in the fields I walk past every morning.
Emma
no se lo ke es joder deberia aprender mas ingles XD weno un abrazo agur. todavia no a akabado? krei k sixty era 16 o sea k es 60 tengo un minuto y es demasiado tiempo para mi jaja no tengo tanto tiempo en fin k m voy a poner a repasar pork no vais a entender nada d lo ke os e dixo jajaja inglesitos asta luego! weno k na m stoy kedando sin
adrian
there was a pile of rocks near the wildflower garden near the end of my street. no one knows why it is there but it was the comforting return to the pile as a child that made it home. and returning home for christmas always brought us remembrance of the times we shared near the wildflowers
dave
wildflower
jeremy
a wildflower gre outside that house. It grew and grew every summer until it was one day, picked. It was never seen again but the memory was there. People still remembered that wildflower. Always
andrew
A beautiful collection of petals that center around the…center part. It’s sorta like the planets around the sun if you (don’t) think about it. They aren’t necessarily the same because they’re more symmetrical, but one can think that way.
Arielle
Funny word, reminds of sunflower., a positive flower with a lot energy. I wish i had energy now. I couls use some, cus my mind is dark these days, it so depresssing to fell and thing this way
M
fields, mountains of flowers, Summer in bloom. Crested Butte Wildflower Festival would be fun to photograph, and attend. I believe it is in July each year. This could also be the name of Sarah Palin’s 4th daughter if she had one.
Mari
Wildflowers grow in my backyard. Probably because I have nothing to do with them. I see them begin to bloom from my deck as I grill out. Then, the next thing I know they are in full bloom showing off their pretty selves. And soon after, they have faded. Oh, well, wildflowers are supposed to do that right?
Laurie Fowler
I saw beautiful wildflowers on the hill as I walked. The wildflowers seemed to beckon me as I was trying to find peace. The scent and the colors were amazing as I walked. OH the peace I found.
Lisa
what the heck are they anyway? what is the real difference between the wild and tame flowers? bah! i think all flowers suck.
dave
As I was walking down the street, there it was. A lone, purple wildflower in a flowerbed in my neighbor’s front yard. It was delicate, a small little thing, but it gave me hope. Spring was on the way. The warmer days. The longer days. Spring was on the way.
me
There are wildflowers here. But they’re cultivated and planted and taken care of by this university. They’re like test tube flowers. so they’re really not wild at all which is very unfortunate. I feel Like UVM is cultivating me and bottling me and I hate it I want to be a wild flower i want to go home an be a wildflower please take me home I feel confined and isolated and pigeon holed
Lexie
a pretty blonde with some freckles that I want to bone really bad.
Brian
The one thing that I can tolerate while driving is the view and in Georgia, along side our highways, we have wildflowers that were planted by our D.O.T. It can really make for a spectacular view in certain more desolate areas of Georgia or even in areas where you might least expect to see a huge crop of wildflowers.
Caroline
her hair was a bunch of auburn brambles, like a muppet, her cartoonish features were endearing, not creepy. Sometimes creepy.
N
Wind blows through the trees on a hilltop, sending the wildflowers dancing. A little boy lays on the hill, watching the dandelions’ seeds blow and scatter, while sunflowers, daisies, violets and lilacs wave wildly, bent nearly to the ground.
Robin
She bent in the sway of the breeze, pulled to and fro. Strong she was, but flexible, letting the cascading waves of life and death sweep by, as she lowered herself down to safety.
But she had no strength in roots, and a terrible monster strolled through the field one day. An awful crashing and stomping
shanna wynne
Wandering through the forest, I came upon a single wildflower growing out of a rock outcropping. No water source was in sight, yet this tiny yellow flower clung to life in a way that I still struggle to do. What is the purpose of of tenacity if not to make us fight to remain living?
MB
wildflowers grow in spring.
adam
pretty.something strange and so unique.not something common.rare and beautiful.wild and free.
alice
it is just something amsing – rises iin wild, it`s simple perfecly irresistable, and u can never grow one like that.
In the field, near my house, where I would play there grew one beautifully glowing orange wildflower.
I would never think to pick it for fear that the next day i would not be able to enjoy it’s beauty.
this is cool. makes me think about cars> wow jesus what> man crap wild flowr wlidflower WIldflower man i am slow ok wildflower…nice camping by a fall…niagra falls maybe.
the wildflower was pretty and wild, like a wild strawberry but it was not a strawberry, it was a flower.
a field of red and orange and blue
wind is weaving in between the petals
bees buzz
birds fly
I lie and sit by the outskirt
by the trees on the brim
I smell wildflowers
are wildflowers weeds? because i was always told that if it grows without being planted then its some kind of weed. but how can a flower be a weed? especially if its colorful like a tiger lilly. is that a wildflower? is it a weed?
spring is releasing its scents and feelings in the air… the joy of new beginnings.
I want to fly and not be tied down with feeling sad.
I love you
grows to and fro about the cold and sun.
it knows no boundaries given to it by some.
As I sit in the field surrouned by the most beautiful fragrant flowers known to man, I finally have time to reflect on the day. I don’t remember ever being so content. My family is healthy and strong, my friends are doing well and are as supportive as ever, and I’m in the middle of heaven, surrounded by wildflowers. Life is good.
I love wildflowers – they mostly make me think of Wyoming where the wildflowers are short-lived in the summer, but blanket the prairies and plains, the mountains and riverbanks. Gorgeous!
I dreamed about wildflowers last night. I was floating through them, inhaling their fragrance and reveling in their simplistic beauty.
I think it is yellow and grows in a field or something. It is a compound word. They are plentiful in number. No other flower grows around it. It doesn’t have a smell. I don’t like them.
wildflowers in fields. they’re purple, orange, yellow. Leaves, stems. Pedals. Amazing. So many of them. Passing them while on the highway. Converging with the trees. They go deep in the forest. Deer step through them. Wildflowers are all around me. They go out to the horizon and touch the sky.
I love wildflowers. In Colorado, they scatter the mountains, adding polka dots of color to an otherwise drab hillside. My mother always picks a bundle and puts them in a glass of water to use as a table centerpiece. There’s a certain charm to that.
wildflower in spring in a green field of new life, wildlife. dancing butterflies playing around the flowers
Wildflower of beautiful floating sunset,
head towards the moon,
revel in the beauty of the moment,
watch as things begin to melt,
and we continue to float, float, float
through the eternal mists towards that eternal wildflower
like a wildflower she grew through weathers adverities. Through rain and snow, wind and rain she stretched herself towards the sun.
Though she was steeped in concrete roots she was still able to feel warmth and love from the heat of the light.
the field was full of brilliant wildflowers, but all she could think of as the grass and petals swept against her legs was him. she closed her eyes and wept, for all the beauty in the world, and for everything she had lost. the breeze brushed back her hair, and she sank to her knees to mourn her brother. she gathered up a handful of wildflowers and scattered them in the wind, a requiem for everything.
Throughout the world a wildflower is a weed. But to me it is nature at its best. The simple beauty of a flower, growing where seemingly nothing else can; in a parking lot, along a highway. For some states a wildflower is their state flower; there before the first settlers.
This morning I picked a wildflower out of a field as I was passing by. I carried it in my hand as I walked on my way, and when I got home I put it in a tiny glass jar. By evening it was dead. I suppose wildflowers need to stay where they are, in the fields I walk past every morning.
no se lo ke es joder deberia aprender mas ingles XD weno un abrazo agur. todavia no a akabado? krei k sixty era 16 o sea k es 60 tengo un minuto y es demasiado tiempo para mi jaja no tengo tanto tiempo en fin k m voy a poner a repasar pork no vais a entender nada d lo ke os e dixo jajaja inglesitos asta luego! weno k na m stoy kedando sin
there was a pile of rocks near the wildflower garden near the end of my street. no one knows why it is there but it was the comforting return to the pile as a child that made it home. and returning home for christmas always brought us remembrance of the times we shared near the wildflowers
wildflower
a wildflower gre outside that house. It grew and grew every summer until it was one day, picked. It was never seen again but the memory was there. People still remembered that wildflower. Always
A beautiful collection of petals that center around the…center part. It’s sorta like the planets around the sun if you (don’t) think about it. They aren’t necessarily the same because they’re more symmetrical, but one can think that way.
Funny word, reminds of sunflower., a positive flower with a lot energy. I wish i had energy now. I couls use some, cus my mind is dark these days, it so depresssing to fell and thing this way
fields, mountains of flowers, Summer in bloom. Crested Butte Wildflower Festival would be fun to photograph, and attend. I believe it is in July each year. This could also be the name of Sarah Palin’s 4th daughter if she had one.
Wildflowers grow in my backyard. Probably because I have nothing to do with them. I see them begin to bloom from my deck as I grill out. Then, the next thing I know they are in full bloom showing off their pretty selves. And soon after, they have faded. Oh, well, wildflowers are supposed to do that right?
I saw beautiful wildflowers on the hill as I walked. The wildflowers seemed to beckon me as I was trying to find peace. The scent and the colors were amazing as I walked. OH the peace I found.
what the heck are they anyway? what is the real difference between the wild and tame flowers? bah! i think all flowers suck.
As I was walking down the street, there it was. A lone, purple wildflower in a flowerbed in my neighbor’s front yard. It was delicate, a small little thing, but it gave me hope. Spring was on the way. The warmer days. The longer days. Spring was on the way.
There are wildflowers here. But they’re cultivated and planted and taken care of by this university. They’re like test tube flowers. so they’re really not wild at all which is very unfortunate. I feel Like UVM is cultivating me and bottling me and I hate it I want to be a wild flower i want to go home an be a wildflower please take me home I feel confined and isolated and pigeon holed
a pretty blonde with some freckles that I want to bone really bad.
The one thing that I can tolerate while driving is the view and in Georgia, along side our highways, we have wildflowers that were planted by our D.O.T. It can really make for a spectacular view in certain more desolate areas of Georgia or even in areas where you might least expect to see a huge crop of wildflowers.
her hair was a bunch of auburn brambles, like a muppet, her cartoonish features were endearing, not creepy. Sometimes creepy.
Wind blows through the trees on a hilltop, sending the wildflowers dancing. A little boy lays on the hill, watching the dandelions’ seeds blow and scatter, while sunflowers, daisies, violets and lilacs wave wildly, bent nearly to the ground.
She bent in the sway of the breeze, pulled to and fro. Strong she was, but flexible, letting the cascading waves of life and death sweep by, as she lowered herself down to safety.
But she had no strength in roots, and a terrible monster strolled through the field one day. An awful crashing and stomping
Wandering through the forest, I came upon a single wildflower growing out of a rock outcropping. No water source was in sight, yet this tiny yellow flower clung to life in a way that I still struggle to do. What is the purpose of of tenacity if not to make us fight to remain living?
wildflowers grow in spring.
pretty.something strange and so unique.not something common.rare and beautiful.wild and free.
it is just something amsing – rises iin wild, it`s simple perfecly irresistable, and u can never grow one like that.