By Makenna Adams
Where the Mustard grows in the Morning
Is a place I know
And love
On the mustard plants adorning:
You’ll find silky butter blossoms
And long, viridescent stems
adjoining
The flowers bloom
From feb to june
A welcome welcome mat
For the mountains above
“There’s gold in them thar hills!”
Gold?
Well, of course.
Mustard gold.
Nature’s source.
Some spring days
I’m afraid you’d fear
Take a trip into the mustard fields
you’d never reappear
Expunged from the earth
To a place of rebirth
Where you can dance and sing
Forever
in the mustard fields
How sweet
To meet
And greet
The mustard fields
their gilted song so warming
But remember
when you see the mustard fields
Consider this a warning
Shining in the morning sun
Their beckoning
so calming
Remember where the mustard grows
In the fields
In the morning