I nurtured it for years till it grew strong.
Yet not one bloom for me was on display.
Perhaps my soil conditions were all wrong
Enough’s enough! I threw the thing away.
A few years passed. I gave it no more thought,
As other plants now flowered in its stead;
I little cared what time on it had wrought
Until by chance I caught a glimpse of red.
Among the nettles, choked by grass it grew,
Defiantly determined not to die,
Where I would seldom venture or would view
Those crimson flowers; and I wonder why
It should prefer those weeds for company
And shun my garden where it ought to be.
I wrote this poem a few years ago when a peony I had tossed into the field caught my attention when cutting the hedge. It is still there I’d like to bring it back to it’s rightful place but ??