The rain to the wind said,
‘You push and I’ll pelt.’
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged–though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.

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5 Comments

  1. Susy Glossop says:

    My mother kept this poem in her purse. She was a gardener but during the last 9 years of her life, which ended on 20 September 2008, illness prevented her from doing as much as she would like. Her friend told us today that Mum had felt like the flowers all that time. Paul’s sentiment so captures that which Mum and her friend felt, we thank you.

  2. Paul says:

    This beautiful poem was the basis of a sermon at our church this past sunday and the message was one of Job. Many hurts, pains and sorrows will befall us duriing our lifetime. We will be battered by human loss of a loved one, a divorce, death of those dearest to us, retrenchment and separation. But from the pain and ashes eventually we will arise! Not dead but mearely bending and sheltering until we have the human strength and above all help and faith to arise again, blossom again and seek to fulfill our god given destiny. With love and faith we will resurrect our self and our soul.

  3. joe says:

    I think it is really cool to write this poem

  4. Chris says:

    I feel as if he writing about lifes hardships, and how it gets you down. It leaves you tattered and scared, but after it’s dowsing, you are still alive, and that’s all that matters, to go on, living another day.

  5. Joe Jarvis says:

    Wow! I cant believe no one got this. BULLYING! The rain and the wind syncronized into a storm and knocked the flowers around and drowned them with water. Then the storm cleared out and left the helpless flowers there to suffer and slowly die. So apparently, this could have a couple of meanings, he might’ve been comparing it to a hit and run, bullying, or maybe just life’s bumps in the road as you travel through to the end suffering life to reach death.

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