The Plant Graveyard
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I have a place in my backyard,
That I call my plant graveyard.
These are all plants that I tended with care,
Now like a rejected lover, they sit in despair.
They go to the plant graveyard when all hope is gone,
But I still water them until they pass on.
Once in a while a miracle will transpire,
And it will return to the porch for all to admire.
6/26/16
Contest-Take the Dagger From My Heart Please-2 Contest
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Awarded 2nd Place
Copyright © Brenda Mcgrath | Year Posted 2016
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