Fire Flower
Down on the farm, me as a shorty, I certainly never thought of bein in my 40s.
My Mom and Dad were usually pretty busy, so I liked to fiddle, and diddle, but I
never did riddle.
My Dad was a gardener of lots of veggies that always grew so wide and tall, and
ready to reap in the fall. The plants grew so huge, and that gave me a plan to fan
out a tiny piece of land.
I asked my mom for some seeds to plant, but I felt like an ant because I thought
of god and was scared "I can't plant"!
Marigold seeds my Dad helped me sow, down in the dirt below. Would I or my
Dad be a bad seed? Well, let's just wait and see!
I was in doubt, so I thought those little sprouts would have a fall out and I'd be
without.
Another day later I visited my Dad in the garden. I had to pull weeds in order to
save those little seeds. That job I did hate, but it did make me think! I just thought
of god and gave a nod, and grabbed lots of wads of those pesky old clogs. I saw
a frog jump over a log, and said "Wow bet he couldn't pull a plow; I wish I had a
cow."
All of a sudden my Dad he did say, "Cheryl come this way!" I was so amazed my
eyes just glazed. The flowers I planted were beautiful bushes full of wishes that
came true.
A remembrance to me was of the burning bush resemblance from the one with
the great key. Remembering my doubt as my Dad hoed and hoed to get those
Marigolds to grow, is harder than you might know. A gardner is special for they
reap through the plants to figure out which to throw out.
So to conclude this little adventure if you end up with too much doubt you just
might get thrown out.
Copyright © Cheryl Keel | Year Posted 2006
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