Lilies of the Field A diaspora of day lilies sprouted in random clusters beside steel girders over which a train runs every morning at four. There they huddled, their cheery orange heads whipped sideways by the hot rush of the train’s engine until that day in early summer when I uprooted them and brought them back to my waiting garden, where they have lived and multiplied for a decade. I do need to keep an eye on the youngest generation, though, as they are showing a proclivity to wander.
Mary Ellen Shaughan is a native Iowan who now lives in Western Massachusetts with her beagle, Zeke. Her poetry has appeared in numerous journals and magazines and in her first collection of poetry, Home Grown, which is available on Amazon.
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