Winding My Tendrils
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Can you recall seeing me,
on a country walk perhaps,
winding my tendrils tenderly on a fence?
I am very tall and grow wild,
in fields and grasslands found,
and along roads, paths and railroad tracks.
Tendrils and spikes are my leaves,
and my flowers are purple trumpets!
I crawl and sprawl along.
Called "Cow Vetches" and cows love me.
I think, I am more beautiful than any Rose!
I throw my seeds to the wind,
and they thrive and grow sweetly.
You can find me growing from May to August-
Stop to admire me but pick me
and I will die . . .
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July 23, 2012
Poetry/Personification/Winding My Tendrils
Copyright Protected, ID 07-835-041-23
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, A Strand (1048)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 01/10/2022
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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