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The Flower
UWT (1959 / USA)

The Flower

Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.

To and fro they went
Thro' my garden bower,
And muttering discontent
Cursed me and my flower.

Then it grew so tall
It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o'er the wall
Stole the seed by night.

Sow'd it far and wide
By every town and tower,
Till all the people cried,
'Splendid is the flower! '

Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.

And some are pretty enough,
And some are poor indeed;
And now again the people
Call it but a weed.

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Comments (23)

Rantastic poem............Love love love love..........................
Wow that was amazing I am totally going to write this down on a paper, and then give it to my gf.
Yes OK very good
You nailed it, , , , captured the moment, , , , perfect entrance to imagination lands
They are sweet
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