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Flora Who?

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You can talk about flowers
For hours and hours
But, I can see no Fuchsia in that.
And it’s no good you
Making a rhododendrama about all that
Either.
And row upon row of roses
Make me numb with dumbness
Although Lavender Blue
With its dilly dillying rings a bell
And even if I Columbine all my efforts
Into one
I may just about recall
Some Daffodils that once
Fluttered and danced about a bit.
That is all.

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Dandelion Poems

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Dandelion Poems

I never knew that there were
So many poems upon
The subject of the dandelion.
But, when I looked…
I found
A plethora of words
Upon the golden-leaved plant
That stems from the ground.

It made me happy to find
That there has been a tiny yellow flower
Inspiring the poets of mankind.

Flower-Me-Not

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Flower-Me-Not

Roses, I read , read somewhere,

Are like my love;

Violets are there for when you are blue.
“These are but flowers!”
Are my words to you.
Every Dahlia, when I wake up
I wander in the garden of the world
Unaware of the Daisies to come.
My Tulips taste of the air;
My Irises see the colours;
My Nasturtium smells the fragrances.
Whilst I may not know the make or model of the things that grow;
I can still savour the flowers that ‘you’  know;
And where there’s contempt from a gardener with needs ;
‘I’ can embrace the wild beauty of weeds.