Wild Flower
Your spores, seeds not gratuitously panned
Randomly disbursing; o'er dale, hill fanned
In due season, without preening hand
In quilted colonies, shroud the hinterland
No cultivating touches o'er clandestine strand
No manicured plot o'er uncultured roots spanned
No bridled station your space to remand
In tidy rows you'll never band
No gilded plot, burnished borders to withstand
In unfettered, raw beauty o'er pristine vistas expand
No decorative vase your value to brand,
Or vaunted dais imperiously grand
Copyright © Stephen Parker | Year Posted 2011
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