I’m For Higher Climbs Not A Wannabe - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Like an orchid my roots are airborne
I’ll not let terrestrial earth hold me-
Back, I’ll neither be lovelorn nor lowborn.
I’m for higher climbs not a wannabe
There’ll be no glasshouse roof for me
My roots shall have purchase in the treetops
In the tropic canopy’s my florae-
Will abode at the highest leaf, dewdrops.
I’ll absorb nutrients from the topmost-
Bough on native air roots, I’ll make my crown
Make my orchid family, uppermost:
Kiss my love always on her eiderdown.
Cherish every blossom from her bosom,
And some near future time, a stateswoman.
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