Theme: Love

Wild Flowers

You were a poem that came to me in the African heat.
I thought of you.
I thought of all England's cultivated gardens,
Her parks and municipal borders,
Her glasshouses and conservatories,
And I thought of you.

If you feel tamed and tied down.
If you feel out of place,
Inescapably in public view;
Hear me,
And take care,
All flowers grow wild somewhere.


More By  :  Tim Jarvis

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