Admiring the Wildflowers
My poor wife thinks I'm crazy,
Or maybe just plain lazy.
But in my spare short brief time,
I watch the meadow sublime.
A long patch of rugged lane
In summer, clouds never rain,
I laud the cornflowers blue,
Though some reds ones appear too.
Butterflies flit here to there,
While bees suck the nectar bare
Above a flock of birds soar,
The first worm is its prize score.
How long can one pry the wild?
Till my wife comes, food all piled.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2021
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