'black-Eyed Susan'
My name is Susan, Black-Eyed Susan I am called,
I am hardy, one real tough fighting flower; I was
born in a lovely cottage garden years and years ago,
surrounded by so many sweet and beautiful friends. Oh there
was Daisy and Iris, Coral Bell, Primrose and Violet.
We loved swaying in the sun and we loved the bees and butterflies
who visited,
but my friends died one after another and I was left all alone.
In fact, the cottage is gone now and the garden is gone too;
Trains roar past but mostly it is quiet,
so, I went deep beneath the dark earth, waiting . . .
then, one day I peaked out- and decided to grow.
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September 2, 2017
Poetry/Personification/'Black-Eyed Susan'
Copyright Protected, ID 17-941286-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
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