The Garden
by Michael R. Ault
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Rated "G" by the Author.
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My daughter keeps one...of course we all help |
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A place of promise
at the start of spring
ground fertile
the promise of rain, and sun, and growth
A work place,
of turned soil, mixed mulch
weeds removed, mostly
wiating for fulfillment
In summer, a bright place
bountiful creation of plants
some for looking
others for eating
A joy to behold
At tims, a dark place
of carnivorous lady bugs
pouncing on aphids
and omnivourous snails
drowned in beer
A dangerous place
where small mammals feast
with wanton abandon
until trapped, scared or discouraged
A place of promises delivered
in fall
bountiful harvest from hard work
on fulfilling tasks
hands dirty with joy.
A place of emptiness
in the winter
of dead stalks, brown leaves and
promise unfulfilled, waiting for spring.
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| Reviewed by Lois Christensen |
6/9/2008 |
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| Not in a garden, but a groundhog lives in the cemetery and I see it whenever I go there. Lots of groundhogs get killed on the highway, but would you believe it I ran over a skunk Thurs. night on way home from granddaughter's grad. That is sorrowful to me and the smell stayed on my tires for days. Two creatures of nature I don't like but have to deal with in life. |
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| Reviewed by Sandie Angel |
7/16/2005 |
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Wonderful parade of the change of seasons in a garden. Enjoyed!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o) |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
7/16/2005 |
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| You describe expertly the wonder of a garden, Michael. There's so much here that it deserves much more than just one reading. Thank you for sharing this offering. Love and peace to you. Regis |
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