Back in earlier summer, we cooked some dandelions, and I wrote a bit about eating weeds. Well here they are again, popping up like....oh, never mind! Seriously, though, I think the idea for this poem came from a conversation with a friend about weeds taking over her garden. This year our yard has many weeds, more than non-weeds. This year, I only weed The Poem Farm! Sometimes I feel sorry for weeds...they need friends too.
Students - Structure-wise, you may have noticed that this poem goes back and forth as a conversation between the person and the flower-weed. It's a lot of fun to write like this, imagining what two animals or objects or people would say to each other and building a poem right from this imagined talk.
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