|Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen
|As a Lantana lover, I've gone through the same, 'cept my husband-ways mower-chopped ours down. My Lantana this year will be second to none, growing off the old, not-mowed over-other stems. Ours here are yellow/pink.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Gardens of flowers...much like
friends to nourish and grow!!!
Much like your "Lantana" *Patrick*
|Reviewed by jude forese
|plants definitely respond to being nurtured ... they become vibrant and grow to be quite healthy ... you poem is a fine tribute for the Lantana plant ... a beautiful plant exhibiting wonderful color ...|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|As lovely as a poem can be for a plant.
Many years ago I planted the same blue purple Lantana in beds around my house. The beds fell into neglect after I could no longer maintain them. The yard men with their weed eaters hacked away at them and winter frost killed back their leaves. Finally, kindly yard man pulled them out by the roots in some sort of cleansing to leave me with bare dirt that was much easier for them to beat up with their weed eaters. Finally, weeds conquered all.
This year we had a drought. By August, even the weeds and the beds were suffering. Beh had them dug up, and bought discount Lantana, yellow orange to plant in the place of the ones she remembered long ago. We are getting rain, finally, and, if it does not freeze, my flowerbeds around the house should be alive with yellow and orange this spring.
Now you can see why I love her so much.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|A fine tribute to a lovely flower, symbolically meaningful as well. Thank you, Patrick. Love and peace,
|Reviewed by Richard King
|Can you say, "Green Thumb?" Well, I don't have one and it would appear that yours is fading too. Still, this well written poem makes it sound like even I might be able to grow Lantana. Thanks, Dick.|
|Reviewed by Eileen Granfors
|Why do you make Mommy cry? Love, Nilla
I love that lantana--great stomping grounds, love, Kali
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
|Lovely Lantana in lavender. A plant I love in a hanging
basket on my deck. Light and airy touch in a graceful poem
of rich blossoms. Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|Lovely flowers...so worthy of this tribute!
|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|If only we humans were as faithful as many plants and animals. And now you've made me yearn for spring, and getting back to my garden.
PS: Butterflies like Lantana, too.
|Reviewed by Mark Lichterman
|"Lantana"? Sounds rather as a lovely weed. Sure, what we want we can't grow and what we want to get rid of, we can't get rid of.
Great poem, though, ol' pal.
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|Such soulful writing Patrick! It's wonderful to be immersed in your words.|
|Reviewed by Lonnie Hicks
|So true. Plants do forgive.|
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|W&ell done, Patrick.|
|Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER
|Innuento, in D Major, she is listening in is'nt she...you have skill to work in the french diplomatic... Bless ya!|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|That's how my first wife said I treated her, Patrick.|