Kelly Deschler Poet Rhyme

The Pansy

Step on me today
You'll see me tomorrow, 
Still loving myself
A trait you can borrow 

The bumblebees know me
And so do the birds,
Butterflies aren't flustered
By silly, silly words

With sticks and stones
Piled 'neath my feet,
Along with the manure
I grow in the heat

I've got the sunshine 
And I've got the rain,
The worms in my garden 
The windchimes' refrain 

I've got many friends 
Who are one in the same,
So, call me a pansy
What's in a name?

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Len Gasun August 12, 2024 at 7:39 AM Wow! This is so beautiful! I am not familiar with this flower but your superb poem tells me all about its beauty. I love your poem and the perfect smooth rhyme my dearest poet friend Kelly. Thanks a lot for sharing. I'll take picture of this flower, new for me. God bless you always and your writings. Hugs

Weston Gregory August 11, 2024 at 8:52 PM Having resilience comes with its bout of situation one has to overcome. wind chimes refrain, guess that's constant. These imagery depict the soul of a winner and that's that.

Hilda Greenhough August 4, 2024 at 4:51 PM Pansies are beautiful. I picked them as a child. I like how you noted the very good use of manure.