by Jem Croucher


It might be a weed
But I don’t care
For it looks really nice
Growing right there
Outside my back door
First thing I see
Going out to the garden
Best place it can be

Coincidence then
When returning inside
It’s the last thing I see
For it’s nowhere to hide
It may well be a weed
But it’s staying in place
As you see what it does
By the smile on my face



2 Comments to “Weed”

  1. It doesn’t look to me like a weed. It looks like a violet.

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