A Wilted Flower in your Watered Garden

About the Book

Wilted Flower I'm a mortal, born of woman Full of doubt and full of trouble I came up like a flower, now I'm wilted With a gray beard of stubble There is hope for a tree Cut it down, it will sprout again But when mortals die What happens to us then? Will the heavens open wide? Will the dead rise again And walk in a paradise Unknown to living women and men? When we die, will our minds Turn completely into sand? Are we good for nothing more Than to fertilize the land? Over time the mountain falls The rain washes it away But for now I'm a wilted flower With a beard of gray

About the Author

Donald Sears II was born in Bedford Indiana April 22, 1955. He was educated at Ivy Tech Community College in Indianapolis Indiana. He was first introduced to poetry by his Grandmother, Goldie Webb, who read poetry to him when he was preschool. He wrote his first poem in 1964: My Pets I have had many pets Dogs, cats, frogs And even little poly-wogs With them all I’ve had a ball I love all my pets Big and small