The Flowers in Town

　　          By Stunley Cook

　　Among the busy streets

　　In the middle of the town

　　Is a flowery field

　　Where houses have been knocked down.

　　The men with cranes and bulldozers

　　Left the ground brown and bare

　　Except for the broken bricks

　　Scattered everywhere.

　　The ground was rough and bumpy

　　And there the old bricks lay

　　Like a set of building blocks

　　That hadn't been put away.

　　But the seeds of flowers

　　That were looking for a home

　　Traveled there on the wind

　　And made the place their own.

　　Ragweed that seems to be knitted

　　Out of yellow wool

　　And poppies like red crepe paper

　　Have filled the hollows full.

　　High in the air, the willow herb

　　Raises its pointed towers

　　And daisies and butterfingers

　　Pattern the grass with flowers.

　　Where the people used to live

　　In the houses the men knocked down

　　Bees and butterflies are busy

　　In the flowers' new town.