A couple of years ago I had nothing better to do than write some poems. (Apart from job hunting, that is.) Anyway, I started my PhD and lapsed somewhat. Before that, I wrote this, which I offer here because my thesis writing brain is currently incapable of reviewing. Do not take it too seriously.
City Boy
I wanted to be a nature poet,
But I don’t know enough about trees;
Nor flowers, nor meadows, or whose are those leaves
Lying there ready for a bonfire, no
Proper memorial.
John Clare I am not.
But does this blossom need a name, a lease
Of life from me? It seems quite happy
In obscurity, no label asked – quite free.
wordsofmercury 
I think that’s terrific. A rebuke to taking it too seriously. More, if you have them…
Cheers. And I really can’t name flora or fauna reliably. There are a few others under the poetry section of the ‘writing’ menu. I’ve probably got a few others dotted about my hard drive.
I approve! Lots of fun…and gets into the whole nominalist/realist debate without, you know, the pedantry that implies. Kind of like Archie (A.R.) Ammons in that way. 🙂
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