Poem -

The Weed.

The Weed.

"What is it to be enough?" said the dandelion to the rose.
"What is it to be good enough to stay?
I have colour, petals, nectar too!"

"Enough..", said the rose, "..is to be in the right garden with those who appreciate you, who will water you and watch you grow."

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Gwendoline

Hello Punzy

This for me holds such a beautiful message inside. Place yourself around those who will love you for who you are. When we remove hate and exchange it for love, it is amazing how much positivity will bloom. Pinned for this is truly lovely work
 
Gwen x 

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Punzy

This makes me so happy to read. Thank you for sharing your comments. I have actually written this for my Nanny. We had a conversation about dandelions over the weekend. I said 'they aren't weeds, just plants in the wrong place" and this popped into my head shortly after.  
I had to get it down quickly and the first write went on the back of a receipt to be copied out at a convenient time. 

Im so glad it has sent a positive message to you,

Best wishes, 

Punzy 

 

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Tony Owen

Beautiful writing, Dandelions have their place, hedgerow, field or garden and the dirt tracks of our childhood. the first colour and rebirth of Spring after the harsh winter, always growing in spirit, power and strength for those that see. Wonderful perception and spiritual creativity in writing. Excellent!

Happy Spring Punzy

Best regards

Tony x

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Punzy

Thank you Tony,  as always. Your interpretation of my writing is always wonderful to read.

I look forward to the dandelions coming through as I like to make dandelion honey each year- its delicious!

Happy spring to you too - warmer days are ahead. 😊

Punz 

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