The Winners--By Linda Hurdwell--England

The Winners

Seldom do we mention weeds
That always seem to grow
Indiscreet and irksome seeds
Flamboyantly on show.

But aren’t they pretty tangled there
Brightening up a dreary day
Stand by the road without a care
Proud and blooming come what may.

Dandelion and buttercup plant
Cowslips and poppy’s too
Red and yellow heads enchant
The staid and formal view.

Let’s praise the everlasting weed
That wildly spreads such fun
With determination to succeed
And thrive beneath the sun.

Linda Hurdwell has been a widow for 5 years.  She has two adult sons. Living in the English countryside, she takes her dog, Bessie, for a daily walks and that's where many of her poems and stories are born.  She has always loved writing and has a few short stories published.  Although now a pensioner,  she enjoys working with adults with learning disabilities and running a mencap social club once a week.  Her hobbies are writing, tap dancing, and going to the theatre or cinema with my friends.