It was overgrown, full of weeds and Buttercups, <br />like a neglected old woman, time had taken its toll. <br />I walked along its verges avoiding stinging nettles, <br />my toes sunk into wet grass where worms heads turned. <br />A huge Buddleia leaned on a dirty wall, aloof, <br />like silence when silence scorns. <br /> <br />Old cans of pop, no bubble, no fizz <br />lay discarded amongst the brambles beside a child's ball. <br />There was the fork, the spade, an old rake <br />ignoring each other, unused, going rusty, <br />but as I looked up, I saw the Magnolia, a queen, of queens <br />rising, majestically, above it all.<br /><br />Ruth Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weeds-and-buttercups/
