MORNING-GLORY ladies were made by slipping a flower cup upside down
over the stem of a seed pod, leaving the pod for a head. Morning-glory
ladies always died young. Indeed, they hardly lived at all.
The spirits of these lost flower children were not only seen in the
sunset skies but in the rainbow, too. And when the little Wests saw the
great, beautiful bow in the sky, they always repeated the words of old
Nokomis to Hiawatha:
“’Tis the heaven of flowers you see there,
All the wild flowers of the forest,
All the lilies of the prairie,
When on earth they fade and perish
Blossom in that heaven above us.”
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