well, i seem to be dedicating poems to family members…so, here’s one for lily-bell….she always picks the weeds to give to me as pretty flowers. it’s amazingly cute. but shows how much i do NOT do yard work! haha….

Weeds
by
Ralph Fletcher

Weeds in the sunlight,
swaying in the breeze.

Weeds pollinated by
hordes of hungry bees.

Weeds softly whispering,
spilling secret seeds.

Weeds multiplying:
weeds, weeds, weeds.

Dandelion, ragweed,
Queen Anne’s lace.

Weeds in my dreams,
weeds in outer space.

Weeds on vacation
but more staying home.

Sneaky little weedlings
sprouting in this poem!

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