A Weed By Any Other Name

Thu, 04/06/2017 - 15:33 -- apefley

They named me weed

For living on this hill

I blew in as a seed,

Amongst the lilies,

Dandelions and daffodils.


For the same sun I stretch

And winter I wither,

Blown by the same wind west

But kept by roots hither.


A neighbor to the rose,

They say I have no place,

I’m unwanted by those

Who call my race waste.


There’s no beau of my bloom,

Though beauty I possess,

Same seen in tulip’s loom;

My own grace that does bless.


And so I’m called weed,

Even here whence I came,

Named the lesser breed

Though more than mere dame;

I’m the rose by another name.


This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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