All posts tagged: garden poems

How Seed Catalog Orders are Born

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It’s 8:30 a.m Just entered the loo, Sat on the pot with nothing to do but my morning routine, if you know what I mean And stare mindlessly at a few magazines, Catalogues, more catalogues, Brochures and the like, Even a few renegade mags about bikes Colorful ads, lovely flowers, vacations, and seeds, Fine somethings or others that everyone needs. But back to those seeds they look so appealing They make me forget the heat this winter’s been stealing. I can almost taste those sweet peas popped fresh from the pod Maybe I’ll buy some new kind of corn on the cob. That sweet corn on the grill with butter and salt and pepper and parm . Those tomatoes to die for that came fresh from the farm. The basil, Spicy Globe, it’s fragrance so fine. I wish spring was here….if only I could fast forward winter time. ©Marie Stephens 2014 All rights Reserved http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/01/20/weekly-writing-challenge-lunch-posts/#more-66914   Trackbacks & Pingbacks The Cigarette Break – Day One – Thoughts on How I Suck at Relationships with Females …

Work

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Work Always behind Never caught up The more work you get done. The more work you make up. Weeding Planting Staking Baking Picking Pinching Seeding Raking Where did the time go? Where was it spent? Tree leaves are falling On my cement. Zinnias are gorgeous. Morning Glories are glorious One Glory survived, Now we’re victorious! The one that survived and beat all the odds: Vine chewing rabbits Seed eating birds Sprout stomping dogs My childrens’ feet Not one of these were able to defeat. Could not defeat this defiant Morning Glory This lovely blue flower That gives me satisfaction and power. The power to see That all this work: The planting The waiting The rejuvenating The digging The pinching The pruning The trimming Replanting Reseeding Removing Repeating That all this work is never done. That all this work can be quite fun That all this work makes life more grand Without it my yard would be quite bland Without it I would lack for stories For stories of Morning Glories who fought to survive The …

Just One Bite?

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Stop to find the forgotten few beneath the weeds like hidden jewels. Red, rose, yellow and green The most luscious fruits I’ve ever seen. They look glorious and plump from above. Fresh tomatoes I do so love. Stop to gather all the loot bend down and look to find the shoot From which to gently pry away My delectable prize for the day. Getting closer, drawing near Whiteflies fluttering around my ears. I’m so close, I can nearly taste it That beautiful tomato must not be wasted. The hunt is over, I’m ready to strike. Pruners at the ready, Grocery bag at my side. Stop for a moment. Remember the story of all it took to go from seed, to sprout, to flower, to fruit. So take one last look and remember the story while you stare at this fruit in all it’s glory. Mental picture taken. Pride has been gathered. There’s no mistakin’ This plant looks quite tattered. But dammit, we started this thing from a seed and we got it to make fruit …

I Garden Because I Can….Pun Intended

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Why do you like gardening? This is a poem I wrote about what gardening means to me, during the summer of 2012, when my family and I took on a huge garden plot…we planted around 100 tomato plants, thinking only a few would survive…but almost all of them did! I was in over my head, and it was so much work, but it was an experience I’ll never forget! Since then, I have taken on much smaller gardens, only planting about 6 tomatoes a year.