Little red star so small
and so strong
you’ve been the topic
of legend and song
Oklahoma as a state
chose you to represent
their laws and mandates
honoring your gentle scent
On the Prairie you grow
wild and free without care
crossed petals of strength
giving hope to folks there
Forefathers of old cherished your gifts and light beauty
forging magic and mystery
from your endless booty
It would be such a waste
to lose your ancient ways
we must teach our children
to keep you safe for all days
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
I like this poem. I haven’t seen these flowers before, thanks for sharing.
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You are most welcome and thank you! 🌾
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I love the first two lines of the last stanza. We should never let ancient ways die.
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Thank you ChrysFey! 😊
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A beautiful poem for a lovely flower Ami.
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Thank you so much Sadje! 😊
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You’re most welcome
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Oh, lovely! Had never seen or heard about these pretty flowers.
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Thank you so much Punam! 😊
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I’ve never seen these before — they are beautiful!!!
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Thank you so much Jill! ☺️
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Beautiful, and important to remember! Thanks, Gypsie! I hope you have wonderful holidays and enjoy it! xx Michael
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Thank you so much Michael and you as well! 💙
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Thanks, Gypsie! xx Michael
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You are most kindly welcome Michael! 😊
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