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Flowering Peas Tom Lata © 2013 When I was young I hated Peas Floured slush that was our feed Soft round balls of English mush Eating Peas was really tough But beans I prefer, Please As I road my bike into the woods I stood right up to take a look Hit a tree, fell in the brush I stood up in some disgust I saw pink flowers crushed I grabbed my handy flower book took my time to take a look; The page turned to a vine with strings pods so plenty, a light green sheen, that was full of Flowering Peas, Chorus Peas of every kind amaze Hoary and Butterfly are ablaze Everlasting, Perennial, Scurvy, and what?! Sensitive Peas move at your touch! |