Butterflies conducting their trade upon a thistle.

While Sparrows Bounce

Go away somewhere all bright and new.
P. Ferguson image, May 2021.

In Search of Wildflowers

It’s the set piece to the day…a little wander…a little goodness…happiness, smiles and laughter with friends. As the goodly blend of Americano satisfies and the lemon blueberry crumbles towards oblivion – slightly above the din of machines and banter of snacking folk…are familiar chords…familiar expression…

Sail away. Thistle and powdered wings.
P. Ferguson image, Gallipoli, June 2012.

My ears, unable to distinguish the poet’s voice from the murmurings of mechanical and inflectional clamourings, requires technology to capture the refrain, while sparrows bounce between crumbles. I walk towards the jukebox as verse and chorus rise to my recognition providing thoughts for my later day. I am in search of wildflowers…let your heart be your guide.

You belong in a boat out at sea.
P. Ferguson image, Malta, March 2011.

The trail is good, a way to sail from thought to thought, petal to petal as I follow elevations and contours, amidst the gnarled bend of branches with soft green beards of lichen, leaf, and creeper. I am not an only one here this day. One wonders what others see amongst the stone and trees, the flora and fauna of the trail. Some perch to laughter, to watch, to love, to chatter, to look above – you belong somewhere you feel free.

You belong somewhere you feel free.
P. Ferguson image, Tabraxia, Malta, March 2011.

Here amidst the colour a line or three for one. Within my thoughts the voice of a heartbreaker, walks upon my trail. One voice to another…laughter, love, watchful…I have found my wildflowers – while sparrows bounce between crumbles.

Wildflowers
Thomas Earl Petty

You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
Sail away, kill off the hours
You belong somewhere you feel free

Run away, find you a lover
Go away somewhere all bright and new
I have seen no other
Who compares with you

You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
You belong with your love on your arm
You belong somewhere you feel free

Run away, go find a lover
Run away, let your heart be your guide
You deserve the deepest of cover
You belong in that home by and by

You belong among the wildflowers
You belong somewhere close to me
Far away from your trouble and worries
You belong somewhere you feel free
You belong somewhere you feel free

Thanks Mr. Petty for 1:42 Wildflowers.
P. Ferguson image, May 2021.