With a spurn of yellow and a shout -

With a spurn of yellow and a shout -

A lone Mexican poppy

Aside the mountain path

Caught my meandering eye.

How diminutive was its stem

And so few were its petals -

Nevertheless - smart with poison -

As it stood there - tranquil.

For one who’s loud in color -

I warned the little poppy -

It’s not good to be popular

For you can be plucked easily.