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An Autumn Floral Display
What a great grandma I have. Flowers come natural to her. Now why can’t I too Have green fingers like her? End of September is the beginning of Fall. Yellow sunflowers lower their head, Harvest will start to produce oil. My grandma has a few and a producer Always comes to gather the wilting blooms. The farmer always gives her bunches Of blooming celosia., so stunning to look at. Can you blame the young children Who dare caress the soft curly heads? Chrysanthemums flourish in her small garden Where a patch is reserved for them all year long. They flower all year long till autumn comes And then they flourish all the more. But my favourite flowers will always be When Autumn gladdens grandma’s garden With red Chinese Lanterns, a reminder That Christmas is now so near. Dear grandmother has a knack As she wove them in garland form Until Halloween is past and then We’ll bury them with the rest. 9 December 2021 Strand No 1042 Poetry Contest
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