I Do Not Know My Flowers
I do not know my flowers
they were not taught in school
I still know my “goesintas”
and the “I” before “E” rule.
I kinda liked the dandelions
that grew behind third base
but they were nothing fancy
and grew wild everyplace.
I gave a girl some daisy’s
a young lovers thing to do
and we have stayed together
years counting forty-two.
I still don’t know my flowers
but I’ve learned a bit since then
it isn’t where or why you give “em
the important thing is when.
John G. Lawless
©6/5/2021
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