by the roots, you say,
but sometimes the roots
are impossible to get at
or they’ve spread immeasurable
tendrils in countless directions
so that even when pulled,
pioneers still bust the sod
and burst in yellow jeers
at all my efforts
may as well give in
(nature always wins)
and call that weed a wildflower
© Sarah Whiteley
Lovely poem …and I love that kind of wildflowers, Sarah!
groetjes, Francina
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Oh I love this.
A wonderful description of what the word ‘Acceptance’ means *Grin*
David
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Lovely, easy-flowing lines and a charming picture of Life – congratulations Sarah.
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Love your philosophy, Sarah, and nature does always win! 🙂 Have a great weekend!
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