Poem -

A guilty comparison

Twas all over the hill
Where the Wild flower grew.

I knew that for meĀ 

This was one which to keepĀ 

Though my bird narily flew.

Ā 

But on the other hill

Where sun hit just rightĀ 

The bees gathered

And over would fight.

Bright as these new flowers were

Ā 

On the other hill over the way

I could see how forgottenĀ 

Was the Wild flower's day.
Ā 

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Shirley Harrison

I've read this a few times to capture the beauty, your title is wonderful, the imagery is delightful I can see it all, the birds and the bees and that very delicate touch of forgotten by the end. 🌹 

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Rory McGinlay

I like this Wonder full. I've been known to be called once or twice in my time a Seeker. So I do tend to believe in the Wonderful lol

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Shirley Harrison

You are indeed a seeker, another word curious you are also a very gentle soul timid and sometimes insicure at least on the internet, just as well we found eachother as I'm a tiger, I will find your soul always! And your poetry well, it's wonderful because you always write from your heart and I as a fellow writer always feel it. 🌹 

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Rory McGinlay

It's true, and I hope I don't big note myself when I say I'm a raw nerve. Really it's not as nice as people would have it sound. But I'm glad for you to be a reader of mine.Ā 

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Shirley Harrison

I think you have a raw nerve rather than you are one, it's ok, we all have a raw nerve even me. 🌹 

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Marion

Hi R... this is interesting and actually quite deep. Of the three options I choose...x

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Rory McGinlay

I may be something of an empathy. Find myself guilty about lots in life, but better than the alternativeĀ 

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