As long as I live
I shall always be
My Self-and no other,
Just me.
Like a tree.
Like a willow or elder,
An aspen, a thorn,
Or a cypress forlorn.
Like a flower,
For its hour
A primrose, a pink,
Or a violet-
Sunned by the sun,
And with dewdrops wet.
Always just me.
-Walter De La Mare
Pinegreenwoods Poetry Path
