Rowving Smith

A Yellow Bud - Poem by Rowving Smith

Here and there
Greeny grass leaves
Are starting to wakeup
From the dried muddy crust

Walking along the foot path
Breathing the spring in the air
I spotted a little yellow flower
Just a bud but it was there

It made me stop
And go down on my knees
To clean up the rocks
And the dried leaves

Just... just like the way
You would have done
If you were here
At my side...!

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 20, 2008

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