AN INCOMPLETE RHYME
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
27 January 2012
May I be like the Yerba Santa,
able to take the heat,
to live in the rough, wild places
turning my face to Thee;
Blessed with the power to heal
in my flowers, my leaves and my roots.
May the eyes of the world walk right by me,
and never so much as look.
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