The beauty of a weed.
Weeds
They poke their heads through every crack.
We pull them out, but they come back.
What rule of nature is to blame
that the flowers we plant don’t do the same?
Here are other poems written for the dVerse Poets prompt: Weeds
Here is the prompt for dVerse Poets!!!
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Yes, it’s a bit perplexing
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The silent scream of the gardener!
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I hear you, Judy! But in my garden, weeds are the flowers.
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Ha.. Weeds need friends, too.
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Mine too. I chose to work with what nature provides, so all I weed out are the really unwanted ones like Bermuda grass. Almost all plants are useful or ornamental. Most are both.
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I love these two pictures. And it does make you think….
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Beautiful weeds.
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Your photos are awesome.
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Love it! Thank you for sharing 🙂
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