Weeds
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Weeds
I know...
the first thing,
that comes to mind;
pulling them,
getting them out,
stopping them...
from everything
they do.
But what do they do?
They grow,
in all the hardest soil.
They bring the first flowers,
to feed the bees.
They brighten parkways,
and break up the city,
with an aide-memoire...
that life is real.
They are a reminder...
that tenacity is a gift.
Not like all the rest,
as it takes work,
an effort.
A. Foster aka Ann Foster
BooksbyAFoster.com
Have a wonderful day!
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2021
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