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Queen of the Turf

There it was gazing up – radiant – radiating kaleidoscope silver green; sharp with life, ready and expectant. Spreading its claim, pressing out the grass, was a thistle born from last year's seed unseen. From where had it blown here to outclass the perennials of the turf? Its time now come to arise from the meadow supreme, preparing to host bug life full time. Come July it will fuzz with purple flowers as a crown for a victorious queen, armed with many a prickled sepal. Visited by suppliant insects who set and array her seeds; a frothy scene for finches' feast. Passing air extracts, disperses the progeny abroad to wherever to be ready, once more unseen between the blades never overawed; a tribute to the Creator Lord.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 11/18/2019 3:37:00 AM
An ingeniously creative poem, Lisle. You unsheathe your wordsmith blade w/precise ink purpose. Masterful strokes well acknowledged. The last verse is beautifully expressed. Pure poetry in quill motion! Love and smiles and smiles of joy always.
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Lisle Ryder
Date: 11/18/2019 6:36:00 AM
Good to have the encouragement. Thanks Freddie. I must look to this form again.
Date: 7/2/2018 12:30:00 PM
Lisle.. Congrats on being a featured poet this week. This poem is certainly worthy of that recognition. Blessings! Come see me...
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Lisle Ryder
Date: 7/2/2018 5:09:00 PM
Thanks Lyric Man for your encouragement.