Lo' vinely vine of finely power... <br />Be best this gifted vine lit flower. <br /> <br />Daintly set beside thy tower.... <br />Lo' this beautied plant lies here and <br />absorb thy rayes of sun lit tan. <br /> <br />Smell this vinely, vinely flower... <br />Sweetest smell not be'th sour. <br /> <br />Pick thy prickly sprig... <br />Pick thee not nor dead wilted twig. <br /> <br />Grown as tall as tall as vine... <br />Grown again as fine vine wine. <br /> <br />Squeezed like wine t'ween building bricks... <br />Loosen sparingly as to not do picks. <br /> <br />Daisey petals white as rice... <br />Yellowed buttonal center smells so nice. <br /> <br />Green stem reaches down to earth... <br />Since last time of origined old birth. <br /> <br />Winters' freeze will come to wrap... <br />Wilted in sleep to not soon be awakened to flap or clap. <br /> <br />Yellow fellow in the Southernest wind... <br />Never to have humanly lived and evilly sinned. <br /> <br />Rain falls to fill your green leafy sails... <br />Wetter than wettest of slug moving snails.<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/be-best-this-gifted-vine-lit-flower/
