Monday, October 24, 2011

The Poppy


I had quite a number of lovely poppies this year.   Almost all of them were from seeds given to me or seeds I saved from last year.  Enjoy the pics and poem.

The Poppy

High on a bright and sunny bed
   A scarlet poppy grew
And up it held its staring head,
   And thrust it full in view.

Yet no attention did it win,
   By all these efforts made,
And less unwelcome had it been
   In some retired shade.

Although within its scarlet breast
   No sweet perfume was found,
It seemed to think itself the best
   Of all the flowers round,

From this I may a hint obtain
   And take great care indeed,
Lest I appear as pert and vain
   As does this gaudy weed.

By Jane Taylor


  1. No to pięknie, kolorowo musiało być w Twoim ogródku :-). Pozdrawiam