I wrote these song lyrics as I faced a few deep losses.
Rhododendron Grow by The Poetess (SRP)
I planted them there
Beneath my broken chair,
In the late days of fall,
As the hawk made his call.
Their home has been changed,
The Earth rearranged.
They need time to heal -
Another year to feel,
For the roots to find their way -
A safe place to stay,
Beneath the rain and sun.
Then it will be done.
In the warm days of spring
I'll check them once again.
If I melt away the snow
And let the blossoms grow,
Next year there'll be more -
A pathway to my door.
But now they just need time
For limbs to grow and climb.
Rhododendron grow
Underneath the snow.
But nobody knows.
It scantly shows.
What a clever way to recycle a broken chair!
I'm guessing that roto... rhoto... "those plants" need shade from harsh sunlight?
I know even less about plants than I do poetry (people say it's lost on me), but it seems to me that if the plants are a pathway to your door, they'll either stop all traffic or get trampled. Maybe you should hire a landscaper!
You know I'm just funnin' ya', right? It's only cause I like you (and your literary offerings), otherwise I wouldn't take the time.
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I'm guessing that roto... rhoto... "those plants" need shade from harsh sunlight?
I know even less about plants than I do poetry (people say it's lost on me), but it seems to me that if the plants are a pathway to your door, they'll either stop all traffic or get trampled. Maybe you should hire a landscaper!
You know I'm just funnin' ya', right? It's only cause I like you (and your literary offerings), otherwise I wouldn't take the time.
Ron
George
WELCOME to AD! Excellent poetry...I am so sorry to hear about the fire. I'm thankful you survived!
Many blessings,
~Linda
Regis