Brambles, weeds and thorny thistles <br />Poke their heads from chain link wires <br />Whispering arcane epistles <br />Wind and summer rain inspires <br /> <br />If a passerby should linger <br />Hoping to observe their sounds <br />They withdraw their tapered fingers <br />Crouching lower to the ground <br /> <br />Man was never wont to enter <br />Secrets of low wayside chaff <br />He prefers a richer mentor <br />Ruby red or golden calf <br /> <br />It may be grace dwells in humble <br />Unkempt much neglected dells <br />Hid behind a stone wall crumbled <br />Where wild dandelions dwell <br /> <br />I have ceased to walk on highways <br />Graced with blooms of finest breeds <br />Now I creep in hidden byways <br />Hoping to hear songs of reeds <br /> <br />Brambles, weeds and thorny thistles <br />Poke their heads from chain link wires <br />Whispering arcane epistles <br />Wind and summer rain inspires.<br /><br />Liilia Talts Morrison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-wild-dandelions-dwell/
