Ode to a Weed
I'm on nodding terms with the Hollyhock,
I admire her stately pose,
And my nextdoor neighbour on my right
Is a floribunda Rose.
She showers me with fragrance
When her petals start to fall.
But the bindweed,
That entwined weed,
Climbs up and over all!
Delphiniums bid me time of day
Standing tall above the ground.
While the Foxgloves flare their nostrils
And look warily around,
At a haze of blue forget-me-nots
In clumps about their feet.
But the bindweed,
That unkind weed,
Nobody wants to meet.
If I lift my head when soft winds blow,
And I do when I get the chance,
I can see the Canterbury Bells
Swaying as in a trance.
Kissing cousins to Campanula
In pastel blue and white.
But the bindweed,
Unrefined weed,
Just grows with all its might.
The arrival of the Chrysanthemums
All frilled by the autumn breeze,
Add a final touch of splendour
Ere sweet summer takes her leave.
The humblest of nature's flowers,
My time is nearly up.
Not the bindweed,
Much maligned weed!
I'm the creeping buttercup.
Iris Allingham
Old Park Lane
Fishbourne
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