To a Weed

Manawatu Times, Volume LIII, Issue 6632, 11 June 1928, Page 11

To a Weed

You bold thing! thrusting ’neath the very nose Of her fastidious majesty the rose,' Ev’n in the best ordained gardenbed, Unauthorised, your smiling little head! You argue in your manner of a weed, You did not make yourself grow from a seed, You fancy you’ve a claim to ~ ~ standing-room, You ,dream yourself a right to breathe and bloom. The Sun loves you, you think, just , as the rose, He never scorned you for a weedha knows,. j • The green-gold flies rest on you, and are glad, It’s only cross old gardeners find you bad.. You know, you weed, I quite agree with you, I am a weed myself, and I laugh too, — Both, just as long as we can shun his eye, Let’s sniff at the old gardener trudging by! —Gertrude Han, in “An April Sowing.’’