THE LITTLE WEED

Once a little weed lived with his mother, close against a tree,

His mother said, just stay here, we’re as safe as safe can be;

Then he said to his mother, someday you know that I must go,

His mother said, I’ll tell you now, I’ve heard of a big and rusty hoe.

So he spent his playful childhood, at his mother’s side,

Closely near the big tree, with branches open wide;

One day he said to his mother, your arms you must unfurl,

I want to go exploring, I want to see the world.

Finally the little weed grew tall enough and looked upon a hill,

There growing in a lovely garden, was a beautiful daffodil;

Then on the winds he blew away and landed by her side,

And twined around her lovely legs his love he could not hide.

He told his lovely flower how much he loved her so,

She said, no you must not stay with me, they’ll bring the rusty hoe;

And then one day the hoe appeared and swiftly cut him down,

And then he just lay dying, flat upon the ground.

From afar his mother looked and saw him lying there, she begin to cry,

He said to his mother, dear one, you know I will not die

As I have scatter all my seed and they have blown far in the wind,

Some days I’ll come back to you and live my life again.

Reba Alsup