MY POPPIES IN THE FIELDS
What a beautiful story about the fields of poppies, my dear
little flowers since my childhood ..!
When I spent my holidays at my grandmother in the village,
I liked to go to the fields of poppies and to run among the
flowers, to smell them and to sit down on them surrounding
me with joy and ecstatic perfume.
I was looking to the sky and I felt that I belonged to that
unique beauty, thinking not to go home any more until my
stomach was crying hungry.
Before going home, I liked to take some big red poppies for
my room to put them in a vase close to my bed.
I still have in my memory this wonderful red landscape
Some years ago I was a touristic guide in a trip with about
40 tourists. The coach was running with big speed along
the fields of Romania, so beautiful green for our eyes..!
Suddenly, the color of the field turned into red and we were
amazed by the beauty we could see through the windows..
Everybody was exclaiming : " Wow, what a beauty ! Miss
guide, will you ask the driver to stop the couch here for
some minutes ? We would like to touch the poppies, to smell
their fragrance and to dance with them .." .
I asked the driver to stop and he stopped. We got down of
the coach and started to run singing beautiful songs from
our hearts, songs of love for nature, for poppies and for our
We lied down on the flowers , we had a little rest in that
wonderful perfumed landscape admiring the blue sky and
We felt so free, so good, we forgot about the trip, we would
have liked to sleep there for eternity...
But the driver pressed the alarm and invited us to the coach...
Some minutes later our coach was full of red poppies ...
All the people had a small bouquet of poppies in their
"Short Stories From My Life", Nr.1