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(one of my best loved poems! and i first read it on the net back in 98!)
Flower Among the Weeds--Hal Gantt
I'm glad I met you on life's rocky road
while gathering weeds grown from seeds I sowed
I pulled and I pulled till I thought I would drop
I must have had help when i planted that crop.
I had to keep searching thru these useless plants
If I looked long enough, I might find, perchance
the seed I'd been saving, but somehow had lost
It must have been mixed with the seeds I tossed.
I picked some wild roses down life's winding way
I remember their fragrance, still to this day
they withered and died, with my dreams and plans
and left me with nothing but thorns in my hands.
I knew my one flower was growing somewhere
and I knew no other could ever compare
I'd search and I'd search for all I was worth
If I had to pull every weed on this earth.
The very first time I laid eyes on thee
I'd have to be blind, if I couldn't see
what, now on my mind, is forever engraved
You're the flower that grew from that seed I saved.
Now that we've met, from the search I resign
to devote all my life to making you mine
for I didn't find you, 'cause you weren't lost
and I merely can say, now our paths have crossed.
The words, "make you mine," poor choice, I suppose
'cause I can't pick you, like I'd pick a rose
but I'm truly hoping, I've found indeed,
my flower who'll grow with this lonely weed.
Flower Among the Weeds--Hal Gantt
I'm glad I met you on life's rocky road
while gathering weeds grown from seeds I sowed
I pulled and I pulled till I thought I would drop
I must have had help when i planted that crop.
I had to keep searching thru these useless plants
If I looked long enough, I might find, perchance
the seed I'd been saving, but somehow had lost
It must have been mixed with the seeds I tossed.
I picked some wild roses down life's winding way
I remember their fragrance, still to this day
they withered and died, with my dreams and plans
and left me with nothing but thorns in my hands.
I knew my one flower was growing somewhere
and I knew no other could ever compare
I'd search and I'd search for all I was worth
If I had to pull every weed on this earth.
The very first time I laid eyes on thee
I'd have to be blind, if I couldn't see
what, now on my mind, is forever engraved
You're the flower that grew from that seed I saved.
Now that we've met, from the search I resign
to devote all my life to making you mine
for I didn't find you, 'cause you weren't lost
and I merely can say, now our paths have crossed.
The words, "make you mine," poor choice, I suppose
'cause I can't pick you, like I'd pick a rose
but I'm truly hoping, I've found indeed,
my flower who'll grow with this lonely weed.
easier.
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