Category: poem

Johnny Tackweed Seed went stompin’ through town,Droppin’ his seeds where the wheels spin ’round.He flung ’em on playgrounds, he tossed ’em on trails,He even snuck two in the postman’s mail! “They’re just little stars,” he said with a grin,“They don’t bite much—unless you step in!”But folks weren’t amused when their bike tires popped,And barefooted joggers…

In the wild’s embrace, a plant takes hold, Tribulus terrestris, thorns unfold, Its yellow blooms greet the sun’s bright gleam, Yet in its pods, a spiked regime. Like a goat’s head, sharp points abound, A mimicry of thorns, firmly wound, But Thoreau might see, in nature’s guise, Resilience blooms ‘neath piercing skies. Amidst life’s struggles,…