I saw faces in the pansies, that lined the old, brick walk. <br />They seemed to smile and greet me-although; they could not talk. <br />They glistened in the sun-light, displaying all their hue- <br />The tiny tear-drops in their eyes, were drips of morning-dew. I know pansies don't have faces, it's only make-believe- <br />Yet; every time I talked to them, an answer I'd receive. <br />Just a flutter of their petals, blowing in the wind- <br />Was their unique way of winking, and calling me their friend. I always paused to chat a while, before going on my way- <br />I returned their smiles-and promised, to visit them each day. <br />When I left the happy pansies, they were dancing, in the breeze- <br />Expecting other visitors-pretty butterflies and bees. So fragile were the pansies, so cruel the mid-day sun- <br />Before I gave them water, they were drooping, every one. <br />Their nodding heads said "Thank You" for the substituted rain- <br />The pretty, yellow pansies, were smiling, once again. Mid-summer came, thunder roared, and lightning lit the sky- <br />The rain and hail were merciless-causing the pansies to die. <br />At twilight- I paid my last visit, "Good Bye Little Friends" I said- <br />Only one precious pansy was standing-it smiled, then dropped it's head.<br /><br />C. Helen McCullum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-the-little-pansies-dropped-their-heads/
