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