These humble little weeds of summer bloom
In alleyways, in crumbling concrete where,
Forgotten and ignored, without a care,
The flourish in neglect and flout the gloom.
The casual tread of feet, the sweep of broom,
The crush of tires somehow seem to spare
Their hayseed dreams that thrive despite the wear
That would to garden flowers bring certain doom.
The patient earth in gradual conquest has
Sown tasseled timothy's soft tufts of grass,
And over them the birds and children pass,
And endless butterflies in summer ease:
A blessing welcome and eternal as
A cool and lazy peaceful summer breeze!
copyright 2006 Anissa Nedzel Gage