Wild Royalty

There's a queen on Iowa's roadways,
So pure and humble white.
You will see her friendly waving
In the summer's sunny light.

Her beauty is of royalty;
Her castle is the home
She found along the byways
With the blue sky as her dome.

Her delicate white flowers
Adorn her head with grace,
As if they were selected
From the finest of all lace.

She will never win a prize
Or be judged in fancy shows,
But what better place to be,
For that is what God chose.

Whatever if her fate,
As each warm summer passes,
She returns in all her glory
And waves in tall, green grasses.

So when you roam the roadways
Of Iowa so fair,
May you take a second glance;
Queen Anne is standing there. 

~ Jeanette Beem