I Was Once a Mushroom
Once upon a time, I was mushroom
I think I was elegant as mushrooms go
I had a grand head and a justly strong toe
I stood tall amongst my mushroom friends
noble and as bold as I could be
I gave free shelter to the little things
and comfort to the seedling tree
I am told that I had beautiful variegations
and did my best to grow
encouraging all the other mushrooms
that ever I did know
It was hard sometimes being a mushroom
in a forest of beautiful pine
even the rocks seemed superior
when we like children, stood in line
Let's face it being a mushroom
isn't as big or filled with granite as a Rock
but that's why I always tried to keep it kind
and never be the one to mock
I try to be gentle and cover lichen, moss, and mites
especially on all of those rainy wild and windy nights
So if you come upon me holding fast to the darkest soil
I would greatly appreciate your stopping
to admire me for a while
But then if you could step over me
instead of squishing me into the ground
I will hold you in the highest stead
and speak of you with renowned
Copyright © Ingrid Showalter Swift | Year Posted 2023
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