Poor But Rich Poem by Mark Heathcote

Poor But Rich



Poor but rich in flowers
I lay amongst those stems
In them burning gem's

I hear my singing, child
singing to the croaking, frogs
sweet words-
of jangled, thought!

And time I have to laze
And read a poem,
That leaves me dazed,
In humble, awe!
I'm poor, but rich in flowers…

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