Saturday, January 9, 2010

Quotable Sunday

(please excuse the spacing of this poem, for some reason I couldn't change it, so there are a couple rows between lines??)

The Song Of The Shepherd's Purse Fairy

Cicely Mark Barker

Though I'm poor to human eyes

Really I am rich and wise.

Every tiny flower I shed

Leaves a heart-shaped purse instead.

In each purse is wealth indeed-
Every coin a living seed
Sow the seed upon the earth-

Living plants shall spring to birth.

Silly people's purses hold

Lifeless silver, clinking gold;

But you cannot grow a pound

From a farthing in the ground.

Money may become a curse:
Give me then my Shepherd's Purse.