Blessed be the Irish gardener
Horticulture with a flair
Genetic knowledge , engineered
Through years, I do declare!
I envy those with green thumbs
With dirt beneath their nails
Stone fences wrapping all their dreams
Envelopes of Gaelic cells
Wonder of this rich earth
Pastels of poseys nod
I couldn't grow a blossom
Even with the help of God
I reason with my jealous side
To seed...I do abort
This girl from Dixie doth confess
"I couldn't grow a wort!"
Hahaha, "couldn't grow a wort", haha, I love the word play of this, Susan!! I am somewhat of a gardener, and I do have Irish in me, Kelly-Irish!! :) I've always wanted to go to Ireland....
aye, 'tis a bonnie write ye spin, lass. great job! :) i'd LOVE to go to ireland...siiggghhhh, i'd like to go anywhere! :) (((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
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