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Created on: May 20, 2008
Gardening in May
early evening
my secret delight in
worn fingertips
of gloves meant to keep
dirt from under my nails, in
cool, barely moist soil
sneaking direct contact with my skin.
I sit back on my heels
fingering the earth, looking
at the two halves of a
fat brown worm
seated on my palm.
Together we reflect on the
unforeseen segments of this day.
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Poetry: Gardening
Gardening in May
early evening
my secret delight in
worn fingertips
of gloves meant to keep
dirt from under my nails, in
cool,
by Mac Pike
G is for Gardening
A is for Asparagus; it makes us pee fouly
B for the Broccoli we plant with our trowely
C is for Cauliflower,
THERAPY
My garden is a place of peace,
Where worries stop, and troubles cease.
My roses, lilies, marigolds,
They do exactly
Digging in the soil.
Dropping the virginal seeds to bloom.
Flowers reaping what was sowed.
"Love Is Like A Garden"...
When the seed of love is
planted, it will not grow without
nourishment; it cannot become
a strong
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