Not-so-tall nettle

Growing in the council flower-bed, which is running a bit wild.
Snapped it because I remember learning this poem by Edward Thomas at school - 

Tall nettles cover up, as they have done,
These many springs, the rusty harrow, theplough
Long worn out, and the roller made of stone :
Only the elm butt tops the nettles now.

This corner of the farmyard I like most :
As well as any bloom upon a flower
I like the dust on the nettles, never lost
Except to prove the sweetness of a shower.

There really can be beauty in the little unimportant things.