Rose's Wild Garden
It was a seed of love from where the wild flower garden sprang
ideal for my sweet Rose even though some call wild they are tame
to place them in a box or trusses frame a thought of beauty
not so fragile after all bending in the wind as It was there duty
as they raise sun shining in standing taller after the rain
colors seem brighter than before eyeing the daises mane
climbing up and down around runs the wild peas
higher than queen Ann’s a little red the wild carrot pleads
the yellow bush abreast the fire with golden rod looking plain
a cornflower for hire spilt a hibiscus cup got a chicory stain
humming bird’s heart panting a midst the honeysuckle treat
sweet-sour lying short and the jack-in-the-pulpit face red like a beat
as the fern plays the wild fiddle with forest green refrain
on the edge of the field swaying dances of the wild grains
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2010
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