Fenceline Poem by Kelly Boutin

Flowers that flourish by the fence line
Flowers that flourish in the sand
Flowers that grow by the roadside
Flowers that lay dead in your hand

Flowers must be free to the blue skies
The open air, the sun and the land
Flowers that get picked last awhile
But only as long as they can stand

You found me you thought I was lonely
But I was happy all by my self
You took me far from where my dreams lay
In your case I sit now on your shelf

You tell me none of my dreaming
Is real and doesn't matter at all
The pretty blue sky used to hear me
The wind whispered back when I called

I hope someday it will hear me
As I sing to it out on this shelf
But I fear I am slipping further away
From my own recognizable self

Will I dry up and perhaps be placed in a book
Who's story now will I tell
Will a seed that I dropped make its own way
And find it's own place in this world?

Will I forever just be now haunted
From what could have been but now won't?