I have over the years written much prose, but not poetry. I did however write two poems which I did love and will share one of them with our group. My wife Ethyl and I had attended an Elderhostel. A woman gave an excellent lecture on flowers. Common sense dictated a thank you, but I thought more was in order. The woman’s name was Laura Meade and I wrote and gave her the following poem.
When first I saw it,
it lay motionless close to the ground.
Quickly it perked up
swaying to and fro,
hither and dither,
up and down,
vitality dripping from it’s petals.
“ What is your name little wild flower ? ”
I asked.
“ Lauracus Meadefloria “
it answered.
Ben Haber
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