Watching the Flowers Grow- Or
My mom was quite an all flower expert.
oh yes, she knew all those long Latin names;
I sighed- so to English she did revert.
Grow we whispered- to all those flower dames!
High, high they would all grow in the rich dirt,
blow your seeds- with swirling and whirling games!
Such silly names like bee balm- bugle weed.
touch the soft candy tuft and hearts that bleed !
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June 6, 2019
Poetry/Ottava Rima/Modified/Watching the Flowers Grow
Copyright Protected, ID 1150-353-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Rima Ottava
sponsor, Charles Messina
Second Place
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