[yorkie]

The Flower

Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.

To and fro they went
Thro’ my garden-bower,
And muttering discontent
Cursed me and my flower.

Then it grew so tall
It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o’er the wall
Stole the seed by night;

Sow’d it far and wide
By every town and tower,
Till all the people cried,
‘Splendid is the flower.’

Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now
For all have got the seed.

And some are pretty enough,
And some are poor indeed;
And now again the people
Call it but a weed.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

[Lady Jag]

I love it! Tennyson is one of my faves; I can't believe I never read it before.

[JustAmy]

Happy Monday, Yorkie.
Thank you for sharing the wonderful graphics and
poems this morning.

Hope you are enjoying a Lovely Day.
Wishing you a week of Hugs and Love.

[jaycee]

This is very pretty, yorkie....Tennyson’s poetry and sunflowers make me happy!

Trying to catch up on pings before the ‘big man’ (lol) comes on. I am just interested if the press will coddle him as usual.