Marigolds Are My Favorites

I had a rough year in seventh grade There was a horrible teacher who picked on me He was awful, and made my life hard. My mother sent me out to till the soil. She gave me a package of marigold seeds. I had to water the soil every day. I was amazed in a week when tiny green sprouts appeared. They got larger every day; taking my mind off school. When the buds appeared, I was enthralled and enchanted. Ruffled yellow and gold blossoms soon followed. That was over fifty years ago, and marigolds are still my favorite. They took my mind off my troubles.