I thought at first no foot had trod

[Atticus]

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Where this spring's purple violets nod
But, then again, in centuries past
A native hunter may have passed
And paused to drink their beauty in
Had looked and smiled then looked again
In spirit I am that man's kin

Like him, I must be on my way
Like him, my duties fill my day
I turn to where my loved ones wait
And think perhaps some future date
Another will gaze in reverent awe
And wonder if I stopped and saw
And, like him,---- stood in reverent awe

[Walleye]

1. Beautiful!

[Karadeniz]

2. Lovely!!!

[wendyb-NC]

3. That's beautiful

Thank you, Atticus.

[Hope22]

4. Thank you. 💗

[thatcrowwoman]

5. Raised goosebumps up and down my arms, Atticus.

Grandma Shorty, of blessed memory, would say that’s the Spirit moving.

I come from a long line of violet lovers and your poem brought me so many wonderful memories.
Many thanks.

She had the greenest thumb, with pansies and marigolds along the walkway and African violets in a riot of colors in every windowsill in the breakfast nook. Her youngest child, my dear dad of blessed memory, loved violets inside and outside. Dandelions, not so much.

My yard is much like a meadow. Bloodroots are about bloomed out, but the leaves are lovely.The violets and dandelions against new spring greens are especially cheerful in the sunshine. 🌞

L’dor vador. From generation to generation.
🕊thatcrowwoman