Poor But Rich... Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Poor But Rich...

Poor but rich in flowers
I lay amongst those stems.
In their burning gems
I hear my singing, child.
singing to the croaking, frogs
sweet words of
jangled, thought!
And 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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