Flower Of The Wild Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Flower Of The Wild

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Flower of the wild
Dream of the field
All short and styled
To the eyes yield
Born from a seed
Values all worth
Tinctures you bleed
To all the earth

Seeds on to grow
Golden field’s afar
Filling with a glow
All early stages are
Beginning tomorrow
Making new living
No time for sorrow
In its way of giving

Just a short while
In your blossom new
Eager in its style
Showing colors true
Then is autumn rest
Blanching its way
In gray shades abreast
Till its winter’s day

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