Poem: I remember tiger lilies
By: Milt Montague
spiky leaves of burnt orange
growing up, out, and curving down
revealing it’s black spots
this is how they got their name
but really …..then
it should be leopard lilies
large stamens shouting to the bees
come, come fertilize me, please
growing by the side of the road
of my childhood summers in Connecticut
alongside black-eyed Susans
large daisies with black centers
and yellow petals
especially created for “he loves me….he loves me not”
wild strawberries for easy pickings
alongside the road
except for the thorns
I must have been five or seven
aaahh….. the childhood memories