This poem was written by James McGowan and read at a memorial service in celebration of this life. In a real coincidence, Mrs. Phactor called the poem to my attention today, the day that the second stanza was observed for real by my taxonomy class out in the field (finally). Enjoy it. Jim did.
He's grab his sketch book
go in April, May
for the Spring flowers--
to make them characters,
his little men and women, boys and girls.
He'll do a film
where they all sing and dance around--
but he must catch them first:
she's trying on dresses,
white to pink to blue, deep purple.
O that giddy girl look good in every one.
Spring Beauty laughs; she's everywhere
she owns the uplands, sings soprano
she'll be the chorus
(alto Blue Bell answers from the creek,
Wild Ginger, red-faced, croaks the bass).
Jack-in-the-Pulpit needs to loosen up.
Walt's going to match him with
that ditzy blond, the Bellwort.
There with the druggy Toothwort
Some extras: White Trout Lily as a pious bride,
her yellow sis a freckled tomboy farmer's daughter.
Blue-eyed Mary is a peppy prep,
cheer-leader through and through.
That Dutchman's breeches is a bumpkin oaf,
Squirrel Corn his steadier brother (lots of heart).
A plot? Who knows. Old Walt will work it out--
a new Fantasia of Spring
Set in that wholesome heartland,
So here's Hepatica acutiloba in one of her rarer dresses; around here the dress color is usually white to very pale pink. And this year it's too early for any of the other "characters" to have flowered.
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