Daylilies
I ambled along near fencerow newly built
Running my fingers through the tall daylilies,
Each trumpeting bloom at the top of a lanky stilt
Bringing back memories of mountain hillbillies.
My father once said the daylilies were intrusive
But I thought them lovely mid-summer blooms,
It was clear to me they never sought to be elusive
Showing giant reddish-orange and yellow plumes.
Very little tending the daylilies need to flourish
They'll make an appearance yearly in proliferation,
Not requiring an especially rich soul to nourish
Their profusion caused my father exasperation.
I don’t know why he despised them so, since
They certainly did no harm while volunteering
I have always thought them lovely near a fence
As I amble, they sway and wave like cheering.
Written July 15, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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