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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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October 14, 2021 at 9:11 AM
Hello, Srinivas, I just got lucky you find your poem. I did like it , but you fell to place Nursery Rhyme at the end of your title by my instructions. I do it sometimes .. Hugs Eve
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November 28, 2021 at 11:17 PM
Thanks for liking my poem. With regards...
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