Three Survive The Late Summer Scythe Poem by Saiom Shriver

Three survive the late summer scythe.
First..the humble violet..
which lies beneath the blade.
Second, the mighty centenarian
oak too strong for any knife.
Third.. the royal purple ironweed..
so awesome is its beauty..
death, transfixed, forgets his duty..
and stops in his tracks.. leaves the
beheading of goldenrod and white daisies,
of blue chicory and pink
clover..
and asks God for a new assignment.