Into My Garden
Stepped into my garden,
For Spring will soon be here,
Thinking what I would plant,
At this time of year.
I could plant some Tulips,
Maybe some Pansies or Sweet Pea,
Maybe I’ll bless it with a Sunflower,
Or as simple as the precious Poppy.
Maybe I’ll put in a waterfall,
Maybe an Angel, or just a few,
A rock garden right in the center,
With a Rose bush or two.
Maybe A bench to sit and relax,
When the sun comes out to shine,
Oh what a peaceful spot,
If only in my mind.
For I don’t have a green thumb,
What I plant just withers away,
I guess I stick to artificial plants,
That will last for more than a day.
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I think you'd grow bushels of flowers if you read your poetry to them. Your thumb would not need to be green, the green would come from the song in your voice and the brightness of your lyrics. Lovely,
Terry
--can't help remembering my mother and her all green presence. She was the epitome of a green-thumbed gal... here's to her.
A fine write! --Charlie
Thanks Rose for your thoughts and prayers!
Give them flowers a good talking too..
x0x0x0x
Ron
Love Tinka
(((Newfie Hugs))) comin' y'all's way from Texas~
As always, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Love ya!
There's hope for ya! My mother was a green thumb and I was not until just a few years ago when the magical touch decided to lay its blessing on my fumbling fingers. I now have an indoor southwest atrium overflowing with blooms. However, nowadays your right, you can't tell the difference. Go out and plant to your hearts content a mixture and no one would be the wiser! Cheers, Deborah
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Fee
Blessings,
Joyce B.