Here’s a poem and photo from Joan Ryan:
Smartweed This Pennsylvania Smartweed Has settled next to us. And we live here in Missouri. Doubt it came by train or bus. When someone said “Go west, young man.” Did Smartweed take its cue And travel west with pioneers? That’s sure what I would do. It’s a delicate wild flower Or a weed. It all depends If it’s growing where you’d like it Or somewhere that it offends Your aesthetic sensibilities, Like right there in your lawn. And no matter how you weed it It is rarely every gone. Yanked it up in early spring And thought I’d seen it’s true demise But the next time that I mowed I just could not believe my eyes. It was back again, more hardy Than it was the week before. And I saw that pesky plant Each time I went outside my door. Finally thought that I had licked it When this fall I spied a flower Snuggled next to our foundation. Does it have some super power? I have come to the conclusion That I’ll finally let it be. Cause the Pennsylvania Smartweed Is just way too smart for me.