Poem: Glorious Survivors

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

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