Ode To Garden Flowers

No spot, no matter how ugly can be transformed, into a place of beauty and delightful with flowers; in spring I feel a rising sense of excitement, oh, soon the winter damage will be full of color. Primrose with tenacity thrive in the shade of a tree, bluebell happily rise through the foliage of bleeding hearts; and blooming tulips grow between clumps of lilies in the sun, my garden of pleasure is so extravagant and fragrant. Painted daisies and meadow rue cheerfully sing in harmony, I am creating a quiet garden of peace; peonies and roses choose to peak over a fence, and purple phlox willowy gather in a sunny corner. Oh, those wine lychnis pop up wherever they like, creating color and havoc and magic; I do love a white shasta daisy that reminds me of mom, creeping thyme decorate a rock garden along with yarrow. Yellow loose strife grows everywhere willy-nilly, this year I am planning a water pond; where a sea of lyme grass and a blur of mantle, will tower over the blue water. No spot, no matter how ugly can be transformed. into a place of beauty and delightful with flowers. ______________________ March 30, 2017 Ode/Ode To Garden Flowers Copyright Protected, ID 888526 Screwed XVII Contest Rob Carmack Fourth Place _____________________ Ode to Flower(s) Contest NA, Judged April 12, 2017