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Uneasy Sleeper: Tending The Garden
by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie

Wednesday, April 16, 2003

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I am uneasy sleeper,
Rise in the early morning hours,
To view a sleeping world…

I rise,
And feel alone,
Smell the birth of dawn,
As the sun struggles upward,
One more time…

Pink and blue skies,
Haunt my mornings,
Their long slender fingers,
Pull me up,
Wake me from a dreamless sleep…

I rise and smell the air,
Fresh with garden dirt,
Long to feel it with my fingers,
Plant new life in old earth-

I comfort my flowers,
As they stretch into my waiting hands,
Strong smell of black coffee,
Near my hand,
Black as midnight,
Sweetened just so-
The ants smell it too,
And they line up,
Ready to march-
Overcome my cup,
If I leave it to long…

I am a woman of the earth,
Never learned to fly,
Like those young beauties,
I watch walk by…

Being thus,
I plant the old ones,
Nasturtiums,
The wild flowers of youth,
That the young women,
Love to use in their hair…

Sweet peas for the young lady
In my home,
How much she loves their sweet fragrance
Permeating her room…

Bachelor buttons for the young men,
Who love the blue-
Morning Glories for the snails,
And the fences that never get mended…

Roses for my sister,
Who sheds tears for their beauty,
And never plucks them,
Preferring to see them wither on the vine,
Then be the cause of their doom…

For me,
I plant the poppies,
That grows so wild and free,
Sending out their young,
To drift in the morning breeze…

Carnations with its cinnamon scent,
To guide those who travel along my trail…
The snap dragons and their silent roar,
Fills the air with such beauty and more…

I work my ground deep and rich,
Until the soil is black,
Feel its richness and fragrance surround me,
I am alone in the world,
With memories at my fingertips,
And dreams in my soul…

By the time the others begin to rise,
I would have come and gone,
With small vases of fresh flowers
In every room for them to see…
Then enter my shower to wash away,
The earth’s rustic smell from me…

But no matter where I look now,
I smell where I have been,
Out among the world sharing secrets,
And tomorrow I shall go again…

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Reviewed by Melissa Rives 4/18/2003
Oh this is perfect...so perfect...I know just what you mean...I have been busy with my flower gardens lately...God, I love it so! This is another fantastic piece you've written so perfectly!
Reviewed by William Bonilla 4/16/2003
Reindeer, this is an awesome write

William
Reviewed by jude forese 4/16/2003
you sure can garden words...
Reviewed by Trixie Love 4/16/2003
Thanks for sharing
your beautiful garden.
I could see it so clear in my mind....

Trixie :)
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader) 4/16/2003
Reindeer,
This is beautiful verses and imagery
"I rise and smell the air,
Fresh with garden dirt,
Long to feel it with my fingers,
Plant new life in old earth- "
Love Peggy
Reviewed by the phantom pheonix (Reader) 4/16/2003
I like your garden alot it was so beautiful and fragrant awesome job on this fantstic poem
Reviewed by Tony Nerone 4/16/2003
Dear Retta, I being a city guy am not into flowers.Though I do remember morning glories very colorful. I like this poem because of the vivid picture you write of.
Be Well


yf
tony
Reviewed by A PAX 4/16/2003
oh my god!!!
you sound exactly like me!!!
I am garden crazy too!!!
my entire front yard is a garden!!!
do you have pictures of yours???
I would love to see them!!

lovely poem....THANK YOU!!!
Reviewed by Erica Ivory 4/16/2003
Wow.. NOW this one is my fav by far.. How perfectly written in imagery . I want to be your garden.. be in your garden.
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader) 4/16/2003
Dawn is renewal...what lovely imagery.
Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg 4/16/2003
beautifully painted...
Reviewed by Kate Clifford 4/16/2003
What a beautiful garden you have created with your words and thoughts. Breath taking. I could smell the flowers, feel their energy and enjoy the fresh morning hours. Great Write!
Reviewed by Birdie Houston 4/16/2003
Couldn't help but focus in on this fabulous masterpiece it was GRAND ! Bravo .....Bravo
Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® 4/16/2003
Retta, This is simply wonderful and a joy to read! ~Joseph
Reviewed by E T Waldron 4/16/2003
Reindeer, your poetry is a gift to all who read you. It is resplendent with utter joy, the rich imagery can be felt, seen and sniffed like the scent of roses. Bravo!
Reviewed by Paul Berube 4/16/2003
Retta, excellent poem. i too am an early riser and I know exactly how you feel.
Reviewed by Marilyn Seray 4/16/2003
Oh Reindeer, what a beautiful poem, and the imagery and scent of the flowers is magnificent
Reviewed by Rodney Bohen 4/16/2003
Oh Retta,
Both taken and utterly stricken am I, whilst severly smitten in awe!
Utterly exquisite!..Poppies my favorite, used to bring one home everyday, my mother now gone, would put it in the windowsil, and daily watch it prayerfully in form go to sleep, then gently arise early with the dawn..
Rodney Evan Bohen
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