Her Garden
Her name is Miss Rose.
To her garden, everyday she goes.
There, many plants she grows.
A great love for them she shows.
As she walks all along the rows,
Every plant before her in turn bows.
Their sign language, well she knows.
And with infinite joy, her face glows!
Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest
Rhyme poetry form only
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Date: 12-10-2021
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