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.
~ (William Allingham) 1824-1889
10 comments:
Love that little poem Jo; and those beautiful blue blooms are so lovely. Hope you had a wonderful weekend. Hugs!
Beautiful blue flowers and a great verse.
I just love this blog!! I'm a Tennessee native living in Hyderabad, India. Thanks for reminding me how beautiful my home state is... happy expat-ing :)
Nice peom for sure and beautiful blue flowers to brighten any day.
Lovely post and photo.
I remember my mother teaching me this very lesson but not in rhyme!
Lovely picture, as always!=...
Hugs!
beautiful flower and poem and i want to pick one, sorry
Don't you just love the color of those flowers???? Gorgeous!!!!
Hugs,
Betsy
Thanks for both a beautiful poem and a beautiful wayside flower.
I just love your blog, and have finally gotten up enough nerve to leave a comment, lol.
The photo and the poem are just beautiful!
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