Awe Is A Slave, Asks Permission Poem by james watkin
Awe Is A Slave, Asks Permission
Awe is a slave, asks permission
Of the stately wildflowers
To slink this way and that; blind to
One's perceived rank and powers.
Tiptoes their courtship round, in step
With such honourable feelings
Who raise up in status rough seed.
Wincing not when its bur clings!
Friday, October 18, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: flower,lady,respect
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