Queen Anne's Lace
A newborn's but a fertile field most parents would propose
to plant with seeds of servitude lined up in perfect rows.
Tilled with proper spacing and of weeds there is no trace,
but as for me I'd sooner see a field of Queen Anne's Lace.
People will move random rocks; make rows with every tree
finding satisfaction in their want of symmetry.
But facing one direction just neglects a lot of space;
as for me I'd sooner see a field of Queen Anne's Lace.
Scattered willie-nither by a warm and kindly breeze,
seeds should put down random roots where ever they may please.
For neighbors, Blue Stem Prairie Grass or maybe Golden Rod,
A stately Black Eyed Susan or fluffy Milk Weed pod.
I find no pressing reason all need serve the human race,
as for me I'd sooner be a field of Queen Anne's Lace.
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