The wind blows gently across the prairie.
Blowing through the  grass.
Anever ending green ocean.

I scan the field,
Green all around..
Untill I spot a single red spot,
As I walk towards it, it's image sharpens.
It is a wild rose.

Single and alone it stands.
Defiantly against the ravages of the strong prairie winds.
It's leaves and petals tattered and torn.

A shadow of what it truely is.
I bend down and gently lift it from the sea of green.
And shelter it from the unrelenting winds.

It is something so beutiful though it is battered and beaten.
I keep it so very close untill i am home.
Carefully I replant it in the garden
Sheltered forever from the wind and danger.

Not long after, you come home.
"Where did that flower come from?"
You ask.. So I tell you.
"I found it in a field all alone being slowly destroyed"
"Why ever would  you bring it home?
I look up at your quizzical expression.
Slowly I stand.
And with a tear in my eye,
And a shakey breaking  voice,
I smile and say....

"Baby....It reminded me of you."