Gardened Poems - Poems about Gardened

...Lovely, happy hair, Rowed, and growing in beauty; God’s sweet locks I bear:- Hued as is the night, Moonlight beauty reflecting Ebony delight:- Locks admired so much, Gardened rowed short o......

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...Just what have I done with my life A man put that question to me I started to think and I gave him a wink But my mind drew a blank, well, let’s see I’ve not built a bridge ma......

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...Jack Sprat and wife Mary, lived in a glory of lemony, chiffon days; Like maroon birds keep on singing, until the sunset, orange phase. They were comfy and happy, like a picnic in lavish, ......

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...Marta decided to garden herself happy It was the thing she used to love to do with her grandparents, Big Pappy and her grandmother, Nora Sue. They had spent many hours planting their seeds Hoe......

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...when she looked up she knew he could not be her blind date He was knock-out handsome, a joy to look at, so she looked down. At the novel in her lap, which was boring, but it made her feel less self......

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...I gardened all day so exhaustion would set in It worked too, but fast.... Do I have time to post my poems on a website? I doubt that I have the capability. My eyes are barely keeping open. ......

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...Over the pond’s lilies’ leaves, morning dew settles glistening sleeves — a covering to compliment the green, a translucent, hint-of-blue ~ from a quivering mist hanging, hushing everything, so......

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...Trixie Belden was a marvelous book find for me. She was a blonde dynamo with Encyclopedia Brown’s talent For finding, following, and solving mysteries delightfully female with Honey, her sidekick ......

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...Stubbs Park is decorously rampant, its paths scamper here and there like unruly children. The original landscapers ran riot, for they planted arching spans ......

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...Mare will harvest her pumpkins one of these years Cheers to you all, she says, for she is unorthodox and crazy. Lazy is her middle name, for the pumpkins all rot. Not that she cares, for she is un......

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...My mother went door to door on a daily basis Collecting money for Mr. Sim’s wife’s funeral flowers or for a present for Tad and Betty’s newborn baby girl When I am older, I hope I do this too M......

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...I have had my heart torn to pieces From inexplicable pain and devotion, Sown seeds of trust and reaped distrust, I have gardened it, in dry stormy deserts and in green plains, And garnered nixes ......

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...Holy EarthSpirit is our seed bearer. Our blue celestial universe could lack nothing In meadows of green sweetgrass She enlightens repose. Into living waters of recomposure She bears then ......

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...Back in my day we had the radio on at my house in early mornings. We gardened in the summer and ate the food all year round. It was so much more fresh and tasty than canned or frozen. We shared th......

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... We are bold we are beautiful we are strong We wear the colours of our skins on the palm of our spirits from generations through generations we regenerate from century through century ......

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