
Glorious Survivors
Wild flowers they call them, as if
they were somehow something less.
Not me. I prefer them, natural, madcap,
unwilling to stay in borders, nature’s survivors,
reminding of the people I like best, a bit off the track,
glorious survivors.
About this poem
I do love wildflowers best. And they do remind me of the people I like best. I would make a lousy member of the garden club.
Tom
I am like the dandelions. I strive to keep getting up. Dandelions are welcome on my lawn.