Poetry: Drops of Gold

Yellow beads, like drops of gold,

Shine brightly in the light…

Striking stems, a green so bold,

Helps lift them up a height…

Growing close, a place unplanned,

You’d surely call them wild…

Some a weed, that would be banned,

Their presence quite reviled…

Pictured here, their beauty clear,

I hope a better fate…

Living near, I need not fear,

They’re part of my estate!

© 2018 – James Sponseller – mindescapes.net

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