David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,602 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

The Gift - Poem by David McLansky

I gave to her a marigold
Plucked from the sea cliff bank;
Her eyes grew wild and chilly cold
At I so bold and frank;

She put the flower in her book
And handed it to me;
Then strode she off, the grass it shook
As she marched along the sea;

The golden flower that I had killed
In my sudden lover's rush,
Lies withered on the grassy hill
‘Mid the nettles in the brush.

Comments about The Gift by David McLansky

  • (7/15/2013 4:33:00 AM)

    Beautiful and truthful. (Report) Reply

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  • (2/27/2013 7:54:00 AM)

    Talk about ingratitude! (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (2/22/2013 9:05:00 AM)

    so bold and frank. thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 22, 2013

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