STOP AND SMELL THE FLOWERS.
Smell the flowers, and excuse my glib remark, why would you do not.
Years ago a young bloke named Jerry Reed gave us a song entitled “Smell the flowers”. He was and still is my favorite ballard, country, country rock artist.
For a bit of a rough nut and a ‘Good Old Boy’ Jerry sang some wonderfully sensitive ballad songs about his place of ‘liven. Not only that he has the best picking fingers around. Cannot ever hope to follow in his footsteps, but I sure can follow his lyrics and smell the flowers. Follow the link below, listen to the lyrics, you won’t be sorry. AND PUT ON THEM THERE HEADPHONES.
Remember the words?
“Smell the flowers while the roses bloom.
Take the time my friend to sing a happy a happy tune.
Oh, how precious every mile, so take a minute learn to smile.
My friend, let’s stop awhile and smell the flowers.” (Jerry Reed).
So with the melody gently circulating in your mind let me tell you a few things about flowers, from my feeble mind’s perspective that is.
At my place, right now, the flowers and flowering bushes are in full bloom. All too soon they will slowly loose their colour and wither away, that’s nature. But we have an answer on how to prolong their presence and retain the memories of these wonderful ‘eye candy’ visions, hey the camera, paint them, press them, do what I am doing.
AND THEN! You can write a soppy poem.
MY NAME IS PETAL, LOVE ME
A blinding flash, I’ve been taken, I’ve met a man with a camera my inner self is shakin’.
Who is my new love, he said, “he’s very unobtrusive”.
He wanted to see me at my best. “I’m only a flower” but he said, your beauty is heavenly but elusive.
He captured me at my finest time, I was putting on quite a show, my purple dress took his breath away and his face was all a glow.
I let out all my esters, my fragrance flowed and my scent turned his face crimson.
I’m just a flower when’s all is said but I could see he was so winsome
And then he put me in my place, never forget this my dearest love, you are God given and you’re special you’re my purple dove.
He swore he would never take my morning bloom; he wants me for my inner self and now I feel no gloom.
He is going to make me famous, put me somewhere nice.
But I’ll bet he’s taken many flowers and will I pay the price.
Even so my petals glow and I really turned petite, you’re the one he said you’ll join my club elite.
He has some friends in a far away place with whom he’d like to share, but I will never forget his blinding flash it’s him my life will share.
He’s placed me in his life’ I’ll be with him forever; I blush deep purple just to think; oh he’s so very clever.
He wants to place me in an album and I will be at the center, that’s the reason I’m blushing now, I’m going to let him enter.
My gorgeous little petal with purple blush you’ve smitten an ordinary bloke before you smiled at me my love, is this how love it is written’?
Nothing in my world compares with your early morning blush; peace has entered, gloom and sadness lifted, in a lovely purple rush.
I had to capture your wondrous face please forgive my rude intrusion, your stood out like a beacon light; now my feelings are confusing.
You tantalized my senses your perfume was matchless so supreme, I love you my Petal dear you have shattered my very being.
With your permission can I show you to some very special friends?
GO smell the flowers is their name and they have a special place.
Petal, they want to meet you, greet you. Will you share with them your face?
Remember this my little bloom they love flowers without equal, so unique.
I adore you now beyond compare, see you soon little purple bloom until next time that we speak.
Sadness strikes now, but I will always see your face, your beauty may fade but never die.
I have a special picture and all my days will have, we had a lovely interlude, a love story you and I.
©John Farley, AKA johnfarlsbrunz 2008.