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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Family man, father, programmer, and artist. I work with digital art, photographs, author poems and fiction, and also work in artistic metal smithing. You can find poems, photos, and digital art samplings at https://mindescapes.net. Thank you for your support! If you like my offerings and would like to donate, please buy me a coffee:https://buymeacoffee.com/jimsponseller
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