Poems ✍️
  15.03.2025
  13

Author: Robert Frost

Lodged

The rain to the wind said,
'You push and I'll pelt.'
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged - though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.


  flowers wind

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