Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Weeds


          

      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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