Sunflowers in Lines in the Farmers Field by marge. No. 9 in my "Lines" Series of poems.

Standing there, tall and straight.

Like soldiers in an Army Parade.

Uniform flowers, Uniform Yellow,

Uniform Seed Heads forming.

Heads turned to the sun

Growing, growing and growing.

Yellow petals hanging limp,

Drooping, preparing to drop.

The farmer, thinking of birds

In the winter needing feeding.

Sunflower seeds necessary food

For cold and hungry feathered friends.