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Out On the Porch (3)

It is warm and moist this morning
The ginger is in full bloom now
The beauty of the white blooms 
Against the waxy green foldiage  is outstanding

It is such a contrast to what lies under ground
The root is such a spicy hot item to add to food
Ginger for Asian recipes or homemade ginger snaps
It is faithful to bloom at the very end of summer

The running rose has reached up and grabbed
The pear tree and put blooms in her hair
I don't know how I can get up there to prune 
The wild shoots that are running away

The musadines vines are beginning to turn golden yellow
There isn't much fruit this year because they were not pruned
For there to be abundance of fruit the master gardener has 
To severly prune them to cut away any dead and suckers

These suckers limbs would pull the living water out but produce
No fruit, only green limbs with lots of leaves
The master gardener has to be busy keeping the garden in full production
The pruning, fertilizing, and watering are all necessary for fruit and beauty

The sultana camelia is shiny with its waxy green foliage
The buds have formed for the blooms
If the cold of winter isn't too severe they will be loaded
With their white blooms to grace the garden in the dead of winter

Inspirations has come this morning from just viewing God's good earth
The sun is rising casting its rays upon the light feathery clouds painting
Them a dessert sand 
The light is penetrating, casting away all gloom opening the door to possibilities

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 9/26/2009 4:13:00 AM
Sara, i concur with Ruben - this is a super piece, thoroughly enjoyable>>James
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Date: 9/25/2009 5:40:00 PM
inspriational poem
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