One of the few poems with which I have been satisfied. 🙂
BACK STORY OF THIS POEM
Across the way from our home is a field. During autumn, it is full of wild golden flowers: golden rod, heliopsis, wild sunflowers, coreopsis. There are also tall seeded grasses, tiny orange flowered morning glories twining around the stems of the tall goldenrod and occasionally, the site of quail and always squirrels and sometimes finches clinging to delicate seeded grasses, munching away as they sway in the gentle breeze; tiny feet hooked tightly, they ride the grass as a surfer rides his own great wave.
Ogon no senshi means, Golden Warrior. I was walking through this field, entranced by the tall golden rod all about me, many of them six feet tall. At 4’10”, it was like walking among a forest of golden spires or, to my fanciful mind, ranks of ancient golden Samurai.
I stopped and looked up at one of the taller goldenrod…
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