Alone In the Wall
Oh, sweet flora
yesterday you were
a morning surprise,
from the fissure
your fulfilling yellow bloom
toyed in the sunlight;
majestic in contrast to the
city built grey
concrete wall, I pass by
every mundane day.
Your anchor your roots
in breach of nourishment,
when today one’s withered head
I greet on my journey.
(‘Some fall on stoney ground’)
I remember the story
to choose the wrong path
like so many folks today.
Before sowing of the seed,
one needs the preparation.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
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