Dahlias; A Poem

There once was a bright young lass

beautiful and fair;

Hair of gold, and eyes of blue,

Her home and family she did take care.

The sounds of people filled her village

As the morning sun rose

And she looked around her humble cottage

While her family still dozed

What she saw

Brought her delight,

But alas

Something wasn't quite right.

Nothing was missing, everything was there

Her childhood home was still the same

But something was amiss

But to her mind no explanation came.

So she took her horse

To see if she could solve

The the mystery that had come forth

And the doubts resolve.

So She rode to the river

Flowing strong and fierce.

Letting the sounds of water soothe her

Hoping her thoughts would clear

As she rode something caught her eye

Over on the other bank of the river

Was a patch of Dahlias flowers

So beautiful she trembled if you looked upon her.

“That's what i need,”

She decided with a nod

“To brighten up my home,

So it no longer seems abroad.”

But then she noticed with a sigh

That she would have to cross

The wildest part of the river

Which made her ask if she could live with the loss

But no!

She decided as she looked again

The flowers were delicate, and lovely

And far too precious to abandon

So taking off her shoes and stockings,

She stepped into the water

Making sure she wouldn’t slip

As her father had taught her.

She found the water icy and frigid

As it ran over her toes

That made them tingle

In the water all but froze

She had to ask again

If the trip was worth

All the pain and trouble

That the river brought forth

“Of course!”

She decided then

“I need to make the journey

If my home will ever be the same again.”

She started wading through the river,

And the water rose

Up to her knees and her waist

So much she worried it would rise to her nose

Her clothes were wet

And the water was freezing

And she shivered a shiver

That was not very pleasing

But she pressed on

Hoping and praying

That she would make it across

But her doubts kept staying.

Then the current grew stronger,

And her feet began to slip

And she hoped with all her might

that she would not trip

She stumbled on the sharp rocks

under her feet

Being thrown and splashed by the water

Feeling no heat

“How shall I ever make it across?”

She asked herself feeling torn

“If I slip and fall, I would float away, and never make it there.”

She sighed and turned away with forlorn.

But then she noticed

With a smile

That she was more than halfway there

Her efforts were all worthwhile!

She then pushed on through the water

Feeling a new sense of strength

And her balance was true

She went the length

And when she reached the bank

She stepped in the sand

Feeling joy

And happy to again be on land

Though she was cold throughout her body

She paid no attention to the shiver that remained

She jumped in the air and shouted with triumph

“I made it!” She happily exclaimed

Then she walked over

to the reason she was there

And picked the beautiful flowers

Handling each with care

Then without stopping

Even to rest

She went again in the river

Having accomplished her test

The river still fought her

The rocks still sharp

The water still cold

In which swam grumpy carp

But she was not bothered one bit anymore

As she held the flowers above her head

“I know I will make it to the other bank.”

Feeling courageous as this she said

As she had announced

She made it there

With a feeling of peace

Beyond compare

She returned home

Feeling excited

Showing all her family

Who was delighted

And now in a vase

On a small wooden table

Glows the flowers she picked

Happiness in the room it enables

They never wilted

If only one thing

You take care of them gently

And to one another be loving

Taking this poem

Into consideration

What can i learn

From the representation?

The river of life is fierce

And cold

And painful

And bold

But if we keep our eyes on our destination

And remember the joy we feel with it near

The river of life, though rough as I said;

Can give you no fear.