Wild Violet
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So delicate her petals.
Violet crowned
Stemmed and green
A sweet surprise along this country road,
This route of in-between.

She sits along the blacktop
Nature's bouquet.
From morning through the night,
And only peaceful travelers
Will find her in their sight.

You'd think so innocent a bloom
This violet, wild and frail
Would hide.
And safely there reside instead
Along a country trail.
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mary ellen

I always love your poetry. This makes me wish I could walk along that road, and smell those violets! My country roads have many lovely things, but not violets. You gave me a sweet scent of spring in your poem. Thank you.

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Ooops. I forgot to sign. R.J.G.

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i have loved all your poems...but for reason seen clearly i seem to like this best :)
~violethaize
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love your poem m.e. as well as it bringing back nostalgic memories of the violets in my parents garden.Thanks ~ audee
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Garbage!!!
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could you leave something besides your signature, garb??
absolutely love this poem...:) *grace
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Superlative comment, Grace. Garb is your exact opposite; in fact 'garb' is a Dis-Grace! - Lowell