The Poem Garden
I have a little garden
growing on a page.
No mint, I beg your pardon.
I hope that there is sage.
It’s ideas I plant there
to see what they will do.
Each day I check to see where
some precious seedlings grew.
I feed and water them
until they’re fully grown,
but sometimes on a whim
they’ve caught a breeze and flown.
Poems are what I’m sowing
and though I’ve reached full age,
I think it’s me that’s growing
as I garden on the page.
10.22.2018
Copyright © P.S. Awtry | Year Posted 2018
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