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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

Date: 8/12/2024 7:39:00 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

Date: 8/11/2024 8:52:00 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

Date: 8/4/2024 4:51:00 PM

Pansies are beautiful. I picked them as a child. I like how you noted the very good use of manure.

Tom Woody

Date: 7/31/2024 12:03:00 PM

Nice tribute to a much maligned flower Kel