Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower -but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
Well, either that or Herb Robert; they look rather alike, or at least the strain of cranesbill native to this area looks rather like H.R., and if none of the flowers have gone to seed yet can best be told apart by the scent of the foliage. (Herb Robert isn't called Stinking Robert for nothing!)
You know me; ever the wild plant nerd. ;) Anyway the photo is quite lovely, and very evocative.
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FITCW is one of those poems that sticks like a burr. So simple- and yet once read, never forgotten.
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You know me; ever the wild plant nerd. ;) Anyway the photo is quite lovely, and very evocative.
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Wish I'd written it.
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It's a catchy little poem. Once heard, never forgotten.
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(Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee?)