Garden Party
ottava rima
Just hear that mighty storm cloud boast
as flowers climb the garden wall.
Without my rain, you gnomes would roast;
the soil would quickly harden, y'all;
Vines, fairies, pixies, you'd be toast.
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Let's party and we'll honor Sol
cause garden's little folk know growth
depends on rain and sunshine both.
written 27, June 2016
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2016
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