Stallion in the Garden

A summer’s Sunday drive can oft inspire,
Though seeking flowers for my garden wall,
Unexpected, a mere spark became a fire.

At first set out to plant-adorn my shire,
Deciding on a vine that would spread tall,
A summer’s Sunday drive can oft inspire.

Selecting floral ties and climbing wire,
Distracted by the floral free-for-all,
Unexpected, a mere spark became a fire.

Before my savings coupon would expire,
I hurried, flitting here and there, enthralled,
A summer’s Sunday drive can oft inspire.

How could I have missed him (I inquire),
I failed to heed this sculpted stallion’s call,
Unexpected, a mere spark became a fire.

Oft one fails to hear the plaintive lyre,
Too focused on the multicolored shawl,
A summer’s Sunday drive can oft inspire,
When suddenly, mere spark became a fire.

While strolling through a country, roadside nursery last week, intent on redeeming my bargain bucks, I wheeled my cart through rows of plants and flowers, in search of pots to adorn my 4th of July picnic. I turned away, momentarily, from the gorgeous blooms, and came face-to-face with this large fountain sculpture. I was in awe, inspired by the wild enormity if the stallion.

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