Lodged Published January 23, 2018 by suprusr 0 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. Related posts: II. The Pauper Witch of Grafton I. The Witch of CoA¶s The Generations of Men Snow suprusr Published in Poems
