Weeds of My Path -- a Poem for dVerse, Poetics (every Tuesday)

Growing wild in this pot, I did not plant these 

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Weeds are traditionally wrong 

growing places they don't belong 

Cornstalk in the bean field grows high

Traditional thorn in the thigh 

I picked this clump of clovers beside the sidewalk 

leading to downtown Killarney, Ireland.

Weeds are pretty in their own way 

Four leaf clover in the walkway 

Or petaled blossom from the wild 

An abandoned orphan poor child 

You're my weed forever ever 

I vowed, promised leave you never 

Placed in a crack here by my side 

I'll love you always, precious bride 

My one flower with the clovers

As we pick the weedy flower 

You're one only of your dower 

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with sarahsouthwest at dVerse, Weeds Rule, as today we write for National Weed Day, at least in the U.S and in the  U.K. where Sarah is planted, at   

    https://dversepoets.com/2023/03/28/weeds-rule-ok/  

 - Click here to read of a lot more poetry concerning "Weeds" today 

 - Click here, Flowers to read some of my flower posts on this blogs, here for Weeds posts 

    I do like flowers, there are quite a few on my blog, some the other blog also.  And a few Weeds.  The flower pictures above are from those posts.  

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