[SAMWolf]

Weeds



Poor, homely, unloved things beside the way,
That strive in voiceless ignominy, still
Undaunted though downtrodden, to fulfill
Your appointed purpose! Patient the long day
Ye take the buffetings of scornful clay,
Sustained by that small portion of God's dew
Which thick-strewn dust permits to fall on you.
And live where finer herbs must wilt away.
Have ye too, dreams of better things to be?
Of worlds in which the crooked shall be straight,
Where all that are in bondage shall be free,
And lifted up all those of low estate?
Where, to the thought that knows the potent seeds,
Weeds shall be e'en as flowers, flowers as weeds.

William Herbert Carruth

Michael miserable failureMoore

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam.

Awwww what an adorable graphic!! The poem Weeds, is a surprise. Strange where a poet's muse will take them. Thanks for coffee, tunes, donuts, and poetry. Checking the tunes now.

[NicknamedBob]

Such a pretty little girl! I think she can still appreciate the struggle of the weed to be a finer thing..

Why a Weed?

There is a perfect reason, for every plant you see.
Some may feed the butterflies, and some may feed the bee.
We like the ones with color, or something sweet to suck,
But some are not as pretty, and some can be bad luck!

We get a lot of medicines, and other useful things,
Regardless of the pleasant sight, or smell that each one brings.
Not all are dressed in pastels, with collars made of lace.
“A weed is just a normal plant that’s gotten out of place.”

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . April 28, 2004

[snippy_about_it]

They used to consider wild flowers weeds, some still do. I think the things that grow wild are prettier sometimes than those planned. :-)

Good poem, good music.