I went to the nursery to buy some plants,
I thought it would be really cool,
To dig in the dirt with both my hands,
And try out my new garden tools.
I staked out a patch and made up a sign,
I called it “My Garden Of Hope”,
I loosened the soil and tilled the ground,
Then fenced it off with a rope.
I planted some lilacs, roses and mums,
I wanted my garden to thrive,
I watered each morning and hoped for the best,
But my plants were barely alive.
Not wanting to quit, admitting defeat,
I planted some tulips and snaps,
I weeded my garden and nourished the soil,
Then stopped for an afternoon nap.
I woke from a nightmare, soaked in sweat,
I dreamed that my garden had wilted,
My dream had come true; my flowers were dead,
I felt like a lover jilted.
I knew it was over and I couldn’t win,
I laid down my rake and my hoe,
I took down the sign and hung up another,
Renaming my garden ‘Death Row’.
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Here I thought this was going to be something all like...touching against death row. Lol. That's an awesome poem...I used to try to grow oranges when I was younger...I watered it with orange soda, in a small pot...I was like...five. never grew. Go figure ^.^
I empathize with you. My daughter tells me I am the only one she knows who can kill rosemary! Nice theme to which almost anyone can relate. Reads very well. Tricky, cute, humorous piece.
Stop it David, I'm running out of points to give....lol.
This is great. There is a lot of the way I WAS, in this. Then I discovered the secret.
Ignore the pretty standards, grow weeds.
They are never a problem.
The big plus is they are better for the wildlife. Some butterflies and moths for instance, feed only on nettles, I must be keeping whole generations alive and well.
My daughter call my garden, 'dads jungle'.
She is wrong, because the sign I have put up reads.
'Ecological Oasis'.
As they say, go with the flow.
Brian.
Cute and funny. Reminds me of myself, too. Those weekends spent with backaches, dirt, and back and forth to the nursery, just for a few weeks of color. You made me exhausted, just reading this!
This was a lovely, humorous poem about the dreaded "black thumb". It was written with wit and style and the end can't help but make the reader smile. I hope you don't give up on gardening because growing plants either indoors or outside can add so much to your sense of nature and sense of self in context with nature.
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