Mysterious Pot Plants
Mysterious pot plants
There’s a garden with some pot plants in the rain
I sit here and wonder what the colours mean and names
Because there’s too many to remember but some colours are the same
Yellow ones and purple ones and orange ones like small flames
Red ones and white ones and blue ones in the summertime they came
Some flowers grow old after the cold comes and whither in the strain
But evergreens keep on flowering because they are hardier than the petals that fall in vain
So all year round there are flowers to please your eyes and tantalize your brain
There’s a garden with some pot plants in the spring summer autumn and winter I proclaim
But what really baffles me is that I’m sure at night when I’m asleep someone comes and
moves them again and again and again.
Copyright © Peter Kiggin | Year Posted 2013
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment