Angled Onion Poem by Francis Duggan

In Sherbrooke the weeds are abundant they cloak the ground around the gum trees
In September the white blooms of the angled onion are nodding in the freshening breeze
Though one should not mistake them for snowdrops whilst in bloom they make for a pretty sight
Billions of them bloom in the sun shine so beautiful and snowy white.

One should not mistake them for snowdrops though their blooms too as white as snow
As a weed they have been designated and they spread and in damp places grow
They are known as angled onion since they smell like an onion though not of the same family
And though looked upon as noxious and loathed in bloom they look pretty to me.

Along with such as gorse and soursop and combretta, angled onion a classified weed
In their white blooms their source of survival the winds of Spring carry their seed
And sow them in other damp places and despite man's effort to kill them they thrive
The angled onions are survivors and they flourish where most
can't survive.

In September and in October they do look quite pretty in bloom
And though they have the smell of the onion not the sweetest of Nature's perfume
I do not see them as offensive and though for beauty not matching the rose
Yet to what is a flower to some people to many a weed I suppose.