by William Allingham

Wayside Flowers

Pluck not the wayside flower,
It is the traveller’s dower;
A thousand passers-by
Its beauties may espy,
May win a touch of blessing
From Nature’s mild caressing.
The sad of heart perceives
A violet under leaves
Like sonic fresh-budding hope;
The primrose on the slope
A spot of sunshine dwells,
And cheerful message tells
Of kind renewing power;
The nodding bluebell’s dye
Is drawn from happy sky.
Then spare the wayside flower!
It is the traveller’s dower.

12 Comments CherryPie on Aug 9th 2011

12 Responses to “Wayside Flowers”

  1. Claire says:

    Yellow flowers are so delightful. I also enjoyed the poem and agree please spare the wayside flower.

  2. JD says:

    are you psychic?
    I’ve just finished a photo/poetry post to send to Mr.Higham for his blog….
    :)

  3. Makes a pleasant diversion from the scenes on tv Cherie!

  4. Claude says:

    Beautiful photo and poem. So refreshing!
    Alas! No flowers to admire and to spare on some city streets at the moment. As Jams implies….

    • CherryPie says:

      I am glad you found it so :-)

      Mr C got sent home from work in Birmingham at lunch time. More violence was expected at 3pm and the shop underneath office was one of the suspected targets. They were told to leave immediately…

  5. jameshigham says:

    Great warning, great advice.