Shirley Hawkins Poet Rhyme

Flowers and Weeds

Flowers and Weeds.
Both come from seeds,
Weeds and seeds flower
I have always had a need,
To question,
Why does the flower have more power?
Weeds can be pretty,
Too pretty to destroy,
I don' think its petty,
Its something that would annoy,
Me if I were a weed,
Indeed,
It would.
Has Mother Nature goofed it up,
One kind of a weed is a buttercup.
Flowers and weeds have all got names,
Does this not make them the same?
I hope Mother Nature doesn't have a pecking order,
Sadly my feelings would change toward her.

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Lindsay Laurie December 12, 2021 at 2:51 PM Hello Shirley ... a long time ago I was advised that a weed is a plant growing in the wrong place. Many criticize the dandelion yet it is so beneficial to us health wise - thank you Shirley - Lindsay Shirley Hawkins December 12, 2021 at 11:41 PM I think other weeds are used to make health giving tea etc. Not only a pretty face... Thank you, Lindsay. Take care.. Shirley

Shirley Hawkins December 8, 2021 at 10:52 PM Still laughing at your comment. I like wild flowers. I like you, don't think they would make a very elegant bridal bouquet. Thank you, for the smiles. ShirleyX

Deb M December 7, 2021 at 7:48 PM Agreed Shirley…there are some lovely looking weeds out there. Maybe you should start calling your weeds flowers and see if it takes off?? Take around a nice bunch of flowering weeds to a friend and see what they say…..hehe….that would be funny!! Food for thought…..Debx Shirley Hawkins December 8, 2021 at 10:55 PM Look for your reply above. I sent it to myself...... I think it might be time to stop writing....

Rico Leffanta December 7, 2021 at 11:13 AM A weed is like a child whose use is yet to be discovered . . . . . Shirley Hawkins December 7, 2021 at 5:19 PM That's a lovely thought, Rico. Thank you.

Kim Rodrigues December 7, 2021 at 4:55 AM Enjoyed, Shirley! Weeds make it into the hands of little ones. Those dandelions sing in their hands, a cheap and precious bouquet. Doesn’t last but a day except in my memory. At the start of the pandemic, I would have my grandsons over and we would take a walk. We couldn’t go to the playground but we could get fresh air. Shirley Hawkins December 7, 2021 at 5:24 PM Thank you, Kim. Your Grandsons would have loved being able to run around freely and discover some of the wonders of nature. Children are lovely company too aren't they?

Bill Baker December 6, 2021 at 5:37 PM I've had some of these thoughts myself, Shirley. Man chose to call some weeds and some flowers. Like you mentioned, some are flowering weeds. Maybe the only difference is in how they are perceived. Just saying. Your friendly poet, Bill Shirley Hawkins December 7, 2021 at 5:34 PM I think that's right Bill. Every Spring I have a pretty blue flowering vine that entwines around a rock wall in my garden, it is a weed but I water it and it gives me great pleasure. I hope you are enjoying your day. Take care ... Shirley