Long Journal- Using thinking and writing to solve problems....

Meanwhile, somewhere in the state of Colorado, armed to the teeth with thousands of flowers,

two boys entered the front door of their own high school and for almost four hours

gave floral tributes to fellow students and members of the staff

beginning with red roses strewn among unsuspecting pupils during their lunch hour,

followed by posies of peace lilies and wild orchids.

Most thought the whole show was one elaborate hoax using silk replicas of the real thing, plastic imitations, exquisite practical jokes,

but the flowers were no more fake than you or I,

and were handed out as compliments returned, favors repaid, in good faith, straight from the heart.

No would not be taken for an answer.

Therefore a daffodil was tucked behind the ear of a boy in a baseball hat,

and marigolds and peonies threaded through the hair of those caught on the stairs or spotted along corridors

until every pupil who looked up from behind a desk could expect to be met with at least a petal or a dusting of pollen,

if not an entire daisy chain, or the color-burst of a dozen foxgloves, flowering for all their worth, or a buttonhole to the breast.

Upstairs in the school library, individuals were singled out for special attention:

some were showered with blossom, others wore their blooms like brooches or medallions;

even those who turned their backs or refused point-blank to accept such honors were decorated with buds,

unseasonable fruits and rosettes the same as the others.

By which time a crowd had gathered outside the school,

drawn through suburbia by the rumor of flowers in full bloom, drawn through the air like butterflies to buddleia,

like honey bees to honeysuckle, like hummingbirds dipping their tongues in,

some to soak up such over-exuberance of thought, others to savor the goings-on. Finally, overcome by their own munificence or hay fever,

the flower-boys pinned the last blooms on themselves, somewhat selfishly perhaps,

but had also planned further surprises for those who swept through the aftermath of bloom and buttercup:

garlands and bouquets, planted in lockers and cupboards, timed to erupt either by fate or chance, had somehow been overlooked and missed out.

Experts are now trying to say how two apparently quiet kids from an apple-pie town could get their hands on a veritable rain-forest

of plants and bring down a whole botanical digest of one species or another onto the heads of classmates and teachers,

and where such fascination began, and why it should lead to an outpouring of this nature.

And even though many believe that flowers should be kept in expert hands only, or left to specialists in the field such as florists,

the law of the land dictates that God, guts and gardening made the country what it is today

and for as long as the flower industry can see to it things are staying that way.

What they reckon is this: deny a person the right to carry flowers of his own

and he’s liable to wind up on the business end of a flower somebody else had grown.

As for the two boys, it’s back to the same old debate:

is it something in the mind that grows from birth, like a seed, or is it society that makes a person that kind?


1.  What is literally happening in the poem?  What are the events?  Use quotes to prove you are correct.

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3.  What words in the poem should have tipped us off?  Are there any hints?

4.  This poem asks a question at the end.  It is powerful.  Why?  How does the question lead us to the theme?  What is the theme of this poem, then, and why ?