Wild
I try to look pretty
I try to blend in
But I know that
I’m seen as a fake.
I know that you think
I’m a blight on the world,
But it’s all just
A dreadful mistake.
Once, years ago
I was all that there was,
I was wild and
A beautiful thing.
I smothered the hedgerows
I popped up in fields.
My colours were
Brighter than bling.
But then cultivation
Came into the world
And people went wild
For their seed.
And now I’m discarded,
I’m sprayed and regarded
As just a removable
weed.
I try to blend in
But I know that
I’m seen as a fake.
I know that you think
I’m a blight on the world,
But it’s all just
A dreadful mistake.
Once, years ago
I was all that there was,
I was wild and
A beautiful thing.
I smothered the hedgerows
I popped up in fields.
My colours were
Brighter than bling.
But then cultivation
Came into the world
And people went wild
For their seed.
And now I’m discarded,
I’m sprayed and regarded
As just a removable
weed.
This poem is copyright (©) Val Harris 2024
About the Writer
Val Harris
Val lives near Farnham with a horse and husband and several grandchildren living nearby, who like to mark her poems out of ten. She used to write for adults, but decided she much preferred writing poetry for children, after her debut poem was published online with The Dirigible Balloon in 2021. Since then, several others have appeared on various balloon flights, and she has had poems published in The Caterpillar Magazine, Paperbound Magazine, The Toy Press and Little Thoughts Press. You can find her as Val Poet on Instagram and @dragontripper Val Poet on Twitter.
