Shirley Rebstock Poet Rhyme

Raggedy Weeds

Raggedy Weeds Poem
                                                            

   Here is my poem on weeds, not the kind you smoke. 

Raggedy Weeds ?

Have you ever really looked at a weed
Not at all like the beautiful flowers from seed
Angrily, we pull them from our gardens
How dare they take over without even a“pardon”

Petunias, Zinnias, Daises, Roses as red as a flame
Weeds, have you ever bothered to know their name
Tall ones, short ones, all shapes, and sizes
Not at all like our lovely plants that win prizes

Walking across the field on an autumn day
A rainbow of color glistened along the way
On closer view, it was grasses and weeds
Not beautiful flowers from seeds

Should I dismiss their beauty seen from afar
Scraggly looking up close their splendor did mar
No, look in and out of the weeds, butterflies flutter
Silently, no sounds do they utter

Alighting on raggedy stems with tiny flowers
Their sweet nectar they love to devour
Some of the weeds are mashed down
What is this that runs the weeds to the ground

A home for rabbits, snakes, possums, and coons
Usually, only seen under the light of a full moon
Could it be that weeds survive 
To give honey to bumble bees for their hives

To provide animals food, protection, and a home
To enable them on this earth to still roam
There are some destructive weeds that are concerning
Realistically, we have to be discerning

Weeds neither work nor toil
Still God finds a place for them in the soil
Some weeds should be pulled indeed
There are others that provide a need
                                                
So today or tomorrow, really look at a shaggy weed      
Try not to compare it to a beautiful flower from seed
Seek the delicate flower among the raggedy leaves before you moan
You may discover a purpose and beauty all it's own

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Jo Chamberlain March 5, 2021 at 2:17 PM I really enjoyed your poem. I was once told weeds are flowers growing where you don't want them. If they look beautiful and you love them, are they still weeds? I love wild flowers. Have a lovely day. Shirley Rebstock August 15, 2022 at 4:29 PM Thank you

Lindsay Laurie April 29, 2015 at 7:35 PM G'day Shirley... your poem rings true, thank you. A weed is a plant that is growing where it shouldn't be in our eyes, but as you have written, they are very important in the food chain. Regards - Lindsay Shirley Rebstock May 2, 2015 at 11:22 AM Thank you, One day I was walking in a field and the weeds and grasses tall and raggedy, but from a distance appeared colorful. The leaves were raggedy, but the tiny intricate flowers were beautiful and they were covered in bumble bees and little yellow finches flying in and out. Then could see the mashed down areas where wildlife, like rabbits made trails. Could not resist.