Grandiflora Poems - Poems about Grandiflora

...Floral Fantasies forsythia fields fragrant flowering foxgloves ~ flourishing fern fronds Grandiflora garden gatherings glorious garde......

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...I stand back and gaze across my wonderful garden, in bloom. There it lies in the morning sun, with petals glistening from dew. No one realizes the extent of my love for the rose. As a former res......

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...View a rose landscape: rose shrubs for pleasure, admiration and desire. Natures’ natural beauty with a sweet scent Of Roses hybrid teas: their features of abundant large ornate blooms with colorf......

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...My rose bushes are lusher than ever this year. For soaking rain and warm days abound, Though with too little sun I fear. Still, they give me many blooms that astound. Their gentle glow lightens......

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...Early spring crocus Hardy purple pansies Tall clusters of verbena Vines of morning glory Arabella clematis Ornamental allium blooms Lupinesque wild indigo Slender wild hyacinth Faithful cante......

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...ODE TO THE HYDRANGEA Misunderstood little Mophead, They call her ‘Changing Rose’, Her colour comes from the soil And the acidity in which she grows. Chorus: Water in her name, Water in he......

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...The soil and my wallet was exceedingly poor Like building a house without any door My garden needs flowers but nothing would grow People were coming to visit the show So I planted some pips looke......

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...Zinnia Grandiflora a golden beauty Yellow Prairie Coneflower conical cutie Xerophilous plants designed to survive Waterlily attached to bottom soil to stay alive Venus Fly Trap grows wil......

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...Like a cocoon is to a butterfly; You too shall blossom into great beauty. Your simplicity is filled with inspiration. You are breathtaking, much like the words of Shakespeare. Life molded into delica......

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...The flame of the forests blushing In the dewy cool of the morning air. Peach blossoms hearken spring’s arrival. Comes summer, Amaltas golden bells ringing. Forget me not, Magnolia’s lover. ......

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