The Gardener
THE GARDENER
Captain Viktor Stogov?
Oh he’s gone now
Cancer took him
A cigarette killed him
Where ten years of
Enemy tanks could not
His flowers blow in the spring breeze
Tulips daffodils and marguerites
They come back every spring
- so he’s not really gone -
Standing tall erect and bright
Smartly in line in the sun.
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Viktor was an ex-soldier who worked as a gardener in his later retirement.
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