I marvel over the years
How badly I have treated you
And still you return
And remain faithful
I have cut you to the roots
Watched coldly as your stems
Slowly evolved into brown sticks
Ignored your simple cries
For nurturing
For gentle attention
I did nothing as
Your blossoms withered
And dropped
Each one an acknowledgement
Of the unintended cruelty
A man can harbor
Yet your heart
Somehow envisions a fountain
A deep well of strength
A fortress of hope
An undeniable force
That prevails
Forgiving my woeful neglect
Nurturing me in exchange
For nothing
And still you return
And remain faithful
You are in fact
Nothing short
Of a miracle
Copyright 2012 Patrick Granfors
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
friends to nourish and grow!!!
Much like your "Lantana" *Patrick*
Lady Vivian
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.
Ron
Regis
I love that lantana--great stomping grounds, love, Kali
basket on my deck. Light and airy touch in a graceful poem
of rich blossoms. Lady Mary Ann
Anna
PS: Butterflies like Lantana, too.
Great poem, though, ol' pal.
Mark