poem of the day May 27 

The native plants

made one 

last stand

atop of 

pristine hill

Surrounded by 

invasives 

eager to 

spread their will 

The natives held

the pristine land

until the arrival 

of a good intentioned

wandering man 

Who on his way

up the hill

impulsively dug  

a pretty flowered

invasive strain

and planted it

in the untouched 

fertile ground

where it soon

spread all around

Now no longer

known as pristine hill

but just another mound

where native plants

were forced out 

of their ground