Potbound Poems - Poems about Potbound

...Your Christmas fir was small and new, When planted in the ground for you; Once potbound, then its roots were free. You stroked its branches, cuddled me: I thought it felt like déjà vu. I watched it ......

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...It was far later than dawn Even past those pastel morns Sun being up and light bright Reveal all__no shadows__ The roosters had crowed before Now were almost silent__still Birds had quieted__......

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...Coming out on the porch this morning after the sun had risen far above the horizon...I noticed that my herbs looked wilted. Checked but not really dry just potbound or rootbound in too small of a......

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