Monarch of the weeds that adorn the roadsides, and is a dainty wedding gown for fairy brides, of summers past remembrance of June high school graduations on a sleepy Saturday, and when your love held you close, to slowly dance in the screened porch, as your soft cotton dress flowed of sunflowers. Delicate Queen Anne's lace, among goldenrod and wild daisies, how I feel a rush of nostalgia, and can still smell cooling rain, while ambling down country roads in my jeans shorts, passing tall wooden electric poles with humming wires, those gently scented Queen Anne's lace of those summertides fills the hurt in me with fond youthful memories.