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On Being a Weed
I am but a little weed in my soul
Being adopted, domesticated,
potted. Now 'weeded' and cultivated
They call me a flower. Little daisy
Do wash your pretty face, ears, and behind
Don't play with naughty boys, act a lady
Go to Sunday school with your grandmother
Learn the memory verses, then tell grandpa
Be nice at school, learn perfect penmanship
Grow up to be ladylike, what they want
I'll follow their rules, daisy I'm not. But
I'll act my own weed-at-heart when I'm grown
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Photo and Poem Copyright © 2012 and 2016 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
2012 Photo was a part of this Jim's Little Blog post:
.http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2012/09/two-shoes-tuesday-4-secret-midweek-blues.html
It truly is a wild flower, a weed. It grew, must have been from a seed,
in this pot. I did not pot it. I leave it alone and it comes up every year,
blooming about two or three times each.
It truly is a wild flower, a weed. It grew, must have been from a seed,
in this pot. I did not pot it. I leave it alone and it comes up every year,
blooming about two or three times each.
I'm linked with Rommy at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads,
Weeds in the Garden (link). She wants us to have a 'Weed' poem.
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This is very cute! I like the idea of a carefully cultivated flower spreading out and embracing her weedy side.
ReplyDeleteWonderful, Jim! I love the final line.
ReplyDeleteI love it... this is so very cute.. truly wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThis has a classic feeling to it...great choice to depict character...the daisy.
ReplyDeleteSometimes we have to be patient with others until we can find a clear lane in which to grow. :)
ReplyDeleteLittle girls are expected to be nice and pretty while little boys can act the rough and tough. All for bidding their rights in a challenging world of reality!
ReplyDeleteHank