I love your wild flower poem, too, qwertyportne. In Virginia they were everywhere: daisies, lady slippers, trillium, daffodils, violets both white and blue.
When I was a wee thing, I picked some clover and arranged it,
so that it would show its green
Gave it to my mom, but changed it
So that it would bloom unseen.
I called it a bovine bouquet
It's in my heart and mind today.