For If I Be Just A Weed

Joel DeStefano
jdestefa@mustang.uwo.ca
1995 



Waves of wind
upon a grassy field
'Tis a sign of
heaven on the earth.

And it pleases me well
that the days are numbered
and that I may count these blessings
with each passing petal.

For if be just a weed
I may survive the drought
and live to tell the tale
of how the buttercups bloomed
and went away.

And they shall say
(Foul!Foul!Weed!)
But alas, even now
I feel the wind
and they are not heard.

The arc of blue
across the sky
'Tis the voice
of the forgotten fate.

And it pleased me well
how once all stood
against the days and years
with petals pointed high.

But I be just a weed
who survived the drought
and lived to be swayed
by the wind when
the buttercups went away.

And still they say
(Foul!Foul!Weed!)

how i long for spring
for springtime to come.

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