STURDY SURVIVORS 



also the Everlastings, doing their best to live 

 up to the level of their name — and here and there 

 a Buttercup, glossy and spring-like — all limping 

 a little in the grand procession, but all facing 

 hopefully the future, which is the end. 



With them is a motley group that ought not 

 to be, yet nevertheless are. These are plants 

 which in the interests of civilized life should be 

 destroyed. That pest of gardens, Pigweed or 

 Redroot; the Burdock, a brown mass of lifeless 

 stems studded with clusters of brown balls, so 

 fully armed that man and beast transport them 

 in spite of efforts and protests; the Clot-bur, 

 allied to the Burdock, and quite as unwelcome; 

 the tall gaunt stems of the Horseweed, together 

 with the Ragweeds, omnipresent as well as omni- 

 everything else that is unpleasant. 



Also the Great Docks, in the procession and 

 also over the fence, the very picture of rude, 

 vigorous life, crowned as they are with their 

 reddish brown spikes of fruit, which need 

 but a ray of sunshine to transform them into 

 flowers. 



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