There are seedlings grown well somewhere
behind the walls in natural fertile soils
they are monocotyledonous fresh seedings
the radicles wake up first before plumule
to gain firm ground for branches, leaves
but some farmers do it with wit in style
watering roots with alcohol and iodine
pouring steaming water to remove pests
some do remove soil from the roots
allegedly to provide freedom and aeration
fertilizers, humus that are indispensable
are starved off the hungry, sick seedlings
small pebbles are spread in and around
to register beauty, seriousness and duty
and the seedlings grown behind walls
dry up with survivors yielding very little
but the farmer is proud, loud, and happy
to bolster pride the farmer packs leaves,
poor seeds, stems and export to markets
But then the farmer puzzles me;
Why claim farmer-ship but of scandals?
every activity of raising even bedbugs,
culturing snakes and parasites is divine
to best of sincere ability one must work
and it’s more demanding if it is humanity
at the center of functions and goals
Categories:
seedings, education, satire,
Form: Free verse
Let it rain
for all it is worth,
flowers will soon be in bloom
rain helps replenish the earth.
Now that the snow is almost gone
I can dance for joy,
grass will soon turn green
there'll be colours abound, oh boy.
Let the Spring rain fall
let it land, where it may,
water droplets form a puddle
it's raining out today.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Apr.27/2015
It's the fourth or fifth time in about a week or a little more, that we've got rain where I'm at. I went outside yesterday and noticed seedlings in my gardens. All we need now, is more sun to help warm up the soil, so I can get more seedings bursting out in my gardens.
Categories:
seedings, april, beautiful,
Form: Rhyme