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.
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