The Violet
Down in a green and shady bed,
A modest violet grew;
Its stalk was bent, it hung its head
As if to hide from view.
And yet it was a lovely flower,
Its colour bright and fair;
It might have graced a rosy bower,
Instead of hiding there.
Yet thus it was content to bloom,
In modest tints arrayed;
And there diffused a sweet perfume,
Within the silent shade.
Then let me to the valley go
This pretty flower to see;
That I may also learn to grow
In sweet humility.
Jane Taylor, Poet (1783-1824)
One of my favorite flowers; I noticed them as soon as I got out of my car this evening. How wonderful to have them right outside my back door, greeting me as I come and go!
Images made with my cell phone and my new (favorite) app (the ‘roidizer’).
Beautiful photo and lovely poem!