by Unknown
Dec 2018 435 Views 9 comments
Little Bud
One fine spring morn as I walked through the wood,
I spied an uncommon handsome little bud.
It stood out from the rest on a chestnut tree,
I know not why it so appealed to me.
I watched it through the summer as it grew.
Its splendour and its beauty stood it apart.
Its green was of the most enchanting hue,
and to that regal leaf I lost my heart.
Then September came and turned my leaf to red;
by October my beloved leaf was dead.
I spied an uncommon handsome little bud.
It stood out from the rest on a chestnut tree,
I know not why it so appealed to me.
I watched it through the summer as it grew.
Its splendour and its beauty stood it apart.
Its green was of the most enchanting hue,
and to that regal leaf I lost my heart.
Then September came and turned my leaf to red;
by October my beloved leaf was dead.
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Posted: Dec 2018
About this poem:
A tale of summer love.
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Comments (9)
Rob
thanks for bringing it up!