The hills and valleys are covered with gold,
A sight to see on the winding road.
The Sunflower, gay and yellow,
Seems to say “Cheer up, old fellow,”
I send you a message of hope and cheer,
By “Shooting Star” who dwells quite near.
Then when I am gone, others are born,
To carry you on through every storm.
And as I look down on orchards so pink
With lovely blossoms it makes me think,
God is in Heaven and all is well,
With people and flowers who together do dwell.
So lift up your head like the sunflower bold,
Leave troubles to Him Who carries your load.
Leave cheer on your way like the Sunflower gay
So others may know you have passed this way.
…Sara Newton1
1 Sara Newton in Songs of Kalamalka, Collected and arranged by Dorothea Allison, Oyama, BC: Vernon News Ltd. Printers, 1944. p. 18.
2 Photograph by Duane Thomson.
3 Photograph by Sandra Harder.
Joyce Short
A neat poem and great photos. I have never seen such masses of Sunflowers as this year.
Peter and I have driven many roads and exclaimed over the wonderful hills covered with that wonderful golden flower.
Lake Country Museum
Thanks Joyce. We always enjoy your interest and comments.