Poor But Rich Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Poor But Rich

Poor but rich in flowers
I lay amongst those stems.
In the burning gems

I hear my singing child.
Singing to the croaking frogs
Sweet words
Of jangled thought!

And the time I have to laze
And read a poem,
That leaves me dazed.
In humble awe!
I'm poor, but rich in flowers…

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