The Gardener
A gardener took many seeds
and planted them with tender care,
but when the beds were choked with weeds,
the planter had no time to spare.
Her life moved at a frantic pace.
Demands of work and home were great.
No flowers ever filled a vase,
for all had met a dismal fate.
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A gardener took many seeds
and planted them while well aware
that precious things have many needs
for nurturance and tender care.
Though life was a frenetic race,
she found the time to cultivate.
She joyously filled every vase,
for blooms grew at a pleasing rate.
entered in Mystic Rose's Any Poem You Are Proud of Contest on May 20, 2017
December 24, 2018, entered in Mark Toney's 2019 Poetry Marathon--mile 3
placed 2nd
October, 2016, entered in Brian Strand's Contest 216--Placed 1st
March 1, 2019, entered in Maureen McGreavy's What I Really Like Contest
Date: March 31, 2019
Contest Title: 2019 Poetry Marathon Final Placement Placed 10th
Sponsor: Mark Toney
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