Down through the ages there grew

On Europe’s meadows and fallow rows

Of corn, wheat and barley too

A wildling flower with perfect petals blue

Red poppies of April by summer spent

White ox-eye daisies yet to come

The showers of June will soon relent

Blue hues on lancet leaves then heaven sent

And in these waning summer days

The children of those favored lands

Run and play in blooming azure seas

Gathering bouquets in the August breeze

From youth, you know the wildling’s name

Inside your yellow box of crayons

Among the blues, a perfect color came

The lovely cornflower, one in the same