The Wild flower
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A wild flower grew at the side of the road<br>
Among the weeds so high<br>
It grew along among brambles and thorns<br>
And looked up into the sky.<br><br>
A man passed down that road one day<br>
Bearing a cross of wood.<br>
And suddenly he staggered and fell<br>
Right where the wild flower stood.<br><br>
His whip lashed body lay prone on the ground<br>
In the dirt, and the stones,and mud<br>
The wild flower bent it's white head down<br>
And became crimson with His blood.<br><br>
Came the thunder, lightening and earthquake<br>
Heavy rain began to fall<br>
But three days later when the sun shone<br>
The flower stood stately and tall.<br><br>
Passers-by stopped to admire her<br>
One gently touched her head<br>
But only the wild flower knew the secret<br>
Of why the Poppy is red.
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