Prettiest Flower
On a rain-soaked April day,
The sun broke through
In the tulip field.
As if right on cue,
It was then I saw you
Toddling up my row
To squat and hide below
Our adoring red petals
On doting stems of green.
Well how dee dee do!
That was when I knew
I would not mind
If you picked me.
Me, the second prettiest flower
In the field.
The sun broke through
In the tulip field.
As if right on cue,
It was then I saw you
Toddling up my row
To squat and hide below
Our adoring red petals
On doting stems of green.
Well how dee dee do!
That was when I knew
I would not mind
If you picked me.
Me, the second prettiest flower
In the field.
posted by Man of Issaquah at 8:33 PM
1 Comments:
A very nice poem: gentle, loving, makes you smile; and a brilliant turn in the last line! Love it.
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