Willowy Wickopy

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Highly detailed salt infused watercolour oil pastel ink painting of Who would’ve thought such a match could be made, 16th century painting …the Wickopy boy with the daughter of the Primrose Family. Herb, whose father must toil from morning to night courting a girl whose family owns practically everything in sight. Yet we saw them one evening, riding horseback over hill and dale, Sally rode side-saddle, by the stream along Deerhorn trail. They then veered off to follow the new wilderness road into the woodlands, a early morning mist, dew, soft diffused summer light, rolling undulating field of the plant fireweed, Arthur Rackham, Edward Robert Hughs, Monet, Masefield Parrish, James Holland Started from image:

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(A poem I wrote long ago before the internet, with hints as to what the plant Fireweed, Chamaenerion angustifolium was good for. At the time, I thought it important and still do, that we know of this. Now much of the information may be common knowledge which I think is great! Look it up, if you will. : )

Meanwhile, below is the poem with a few examples of how I tied the information as hints to the poem.

Who would’ve thought
such a match could be made,
…the Wickopy boy
with the daughter
of the Primrose Family.

Herb, whose father must toil
from morning to night
courting a girl whose family
owns practically everything
in sight.

Yet we saw them one evening,
riding horseback
over hill and dale,
Sally rode side-saddle,
by the stream
along Deerhorn trail.

They then veered off to follow
the new wilderness road
into the woodlands,
that are now being heavily logged.

The loggers heard Herb yell “Fire’em up!”
Let’s see what these fillies can do,
I’ll race you to the top, Sal…
You owe me dessert if you lose!...

“…One sweet as nectar, my honey,
but, if I lose by chance,
I promise I’ll make you laugh
by doing a bunny dance.”

Bloomin’ all summer long,
they returned
to play these games
alternating between them
which one would win.

Heedless of others
and all that they thought
whether they rubbed them
the wrong way, they cared
not,

As they were smitten,
waterproofed, insulated
within their love pod
as if carried by the wind
spiraling high above.

It left one wondering
how the father
hadn’t a clue,
but when the news hit,
Oh, how he put on a show!

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