Due to climate extremes, famine, wars, political upheaval and inept or brutal radical leaders, people from all walks of life seek better conditions. Like my parents long ago, they want a peaceful purposeful existence. I was born in Canada but my earlier roots originated elsewhere as is the case for much of humanity. The
Poets and Storytellers prompt "love letters to wildflowers" made me think of the immigrants that throughout time were viewed more as weeds than adventurous flourishing flowers, often enduring hardships to arrive, then thrive, in new soil. Since spring is in the air, I also thought of the early bloomers in and around
Crescent Beach, remembering to look skyward.
A lovely tribute.
ReplyDeleteLovely series of photos/love letters ~ beautiful! ~ Great sky shots too !
ReplyDeleteWishing you good health, laughter and love in your days,
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
Beautiful early wildflowers and such magnificent views! My grandparents were all immigrants in search of a better life, which through their hard work ultimately allowed us to flourish.
ReplyDeleteWonderful post!
ReplyDeleteThe stories that read, many of the people trying to get into the USA are a hard working, resilient lot. I think we need them. My forefathers who came to the USA were made of the same stuff, the newcomers are not coming from Europe so much any longer but they are still good, hard working people.
ReplyDeleteLovely pictures.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful scenery.
ReplyDeleteMaria - loved your poem, and your paragraph underneath, explaining your thought process for it. How true it is that "newcomers" can be unwelcome - it is still going on today all around the world. How novel would it be if we took the time to get to know someone before we make a judgment?
ReplyDeleteYou have rightly said, the immigrants that throughout time were viewed more as weeds than adventurous flourishing flowers..... it is sad to see the same happening now all over the world.
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ReplyDeleteI love your poem and the beautiful wildflowers! Lovely views and landscape images.
Take care, enjoy your weekend.
Your reference to immigrants and how they are viewed is sadly, so true. That rusting Peace sign with the definition, is all the more poignant now.
ReplyDeleteThe small little flowers are sooo pretty growing where they can. And persistent, hopeful, and forgiving.
ReplyDeleteYes, I'd compare them with us, the little people of the world.
Your verses resonate with me very much.
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The gentle reminder about resilience is hopeful.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful piece when taken literally — and I'm glad you explained the metaphorical intention or I might have missed it, and it's very good too.
ReplyDeleteVery well said
ReplyDeleteYour poem and your photos are beauties. Yes I think it is always the same with immigrants. We had to start here at the bottom of the ladder. Don't regret it We knew it in advance, and it was all worth it. Are the people in the photo your parents?
ReplyDeleteYes, not exactly wild but still beautiful flowers in my mind. :)
DeleteI wonder how many generations it takes to unidentify with one's immigrant background. I am second generation yet identify with it very strongly . Enjoyed this poem.
ReplyDeleteInteresting question, Rall, I wonder if perhaps never while still loving the homeland that gave us birth.
DeleteYour poem speaks deep truths. And I can feel your commentary in my bones. I'm a first generation immigrant, and I know exactly what you mean.
ReplyDeleteThis is a lovely way to interpret the prompt! I'm second gen American.
ReplyDeleteIt's a story of resilience everywhere. Beautiful post!
ReplyDeleteYour photos are gorgeous !
ReplyDeleteStunning photos and writing!
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